Annie, my love, my heart’s desire,
Ten years you caringly let me bet, with your sweat and your fire.
You stood by me, through every loss and every win,
And now, my love, I’ll take you to South America, to begin.
We’ll travel to Chile, to the streets of Valparaiso so fair,
Where colorful houses cling to hills, and the sea air is sweet and rare.
We’ll walk the winding streets, and take in the vibrant sights,
And feel the energy of the city, that pulses through day and night.
We’ll see the street art that covers, every wall and every door,
A rainbow of colors, that tell stories, and so much more.
We’ll visit the markets, where artisans sell their wares,
And taste the local cuisine, that’s flavored with love and care.
We’ll take a funicular ride, to the top of the hill so high,
And see the city spread out, like a patchwork quilt in the sky.
We’ll watch the sunset over the sea, in a sight that’s pure and true,
And know that our love is strong, in this adventure we’re pursuing.
Annie, my love, ten years you stood by me,
Through every up and down, through every victory.
Now let me take you, to this place so dear,
And show you the beauty, that’s been waiting here.
So let us travel, to this land so bright,
And experience the wonders, of Valparaiso’s delight.
Let us walk the streets, and take in the sights,
And know that our love is strong, in this adventure we’re igniting.
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This is part of a poetry collection written for Annie, a Nigerian whose husband won a jackpot, and is bent on taking her round the world.
