To My Dearest Lady Shamim,
For memory the of most splendid Father’s Day,
You’ve outdone even Lady Danbury, I daresay!
With music divine from Bridgerton’s scroll,
You’ve truly struck a Duke’s chord in my soul.
A gift so grand — violins, strings, and flair,
I half-expected Eloise to toss her hair.
And there beside us, sweet Noireet did sit,
A Lady in training, with wit and spirit to wit.
To be serenaded like a Viscount (minus the scandal),
With you two by my side, I needed no candle.
So thank you, my Duchess, for this elegant plot,
Far better than cravats and lessons forgot.
May the Ton gossip of this father’s delight,
For you made my heart dance well into the night.
Penelope could write this in Whistledown’s grace —
But I’ll sign it simply, with love and embrace.
Forever your most grateful Lord,
Nasir of House Shamim