
Simple was the day,
Sizzling was the rain,
It was you on your way;
When you won,
We, the world called it your day!
Your smile beheld me,
Your shots bewildered me,
Your play bewitched me,
It’s not just grand slams you mean to me,
My beloved;
It was the day you and your world yearned for,
So, is the day I’m glad for.
Our birthday, by the way,
The day we share is the one I look for.
Roger,
I like you very much,
And,
You’re my dream ever and forever...
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