Celebration

To a Special Mortal.

A sarcastic being, a quiet soul.

Yet, you act with confidence. One, that even I, hadn't deemed possible.

Perhaps, If you were to saunter with your head held high, you'd come to see, what I've seen. You'd understand, precisely, why it is I am drawn to you.

This day, is meant for celebration.

The day, you were brought into this world.

You are to gather, with those you've considered friends, to rejoice, in light of those who bring such comfort, to feast, upon the dishes you may favor, and to revel, in the sights that lie before you.

Do not let this day , as it is not similar to that, of another.

You deserve happiness, warmth.

May your day be filled with mere laughter.

And, If you find yourself seeking the warmth of another, I will gladly open my arms to you.

This day, belongs to you.

Conquer it, with might.

Happy Birthday, Darling.

To separate, from those of you awaiting a response: I've rarely the time to do so. However, when I've a moment, I will. Patience. Until then, farewell.