That brain of mine

Is something more than merely mortal

As time will show


Joe I have taken this from a letter

That Ada Lovelace sent to Charles Babbage

Forgive the comparison

But I think the same of you

Your genius lies in your poetry

You take me to places

That I could not have hoped

To have visited on my own

For this I am eternally grateful

You are indeed the chosen one



Sephine