I was going to draw a flower,
Red, young, fresh, breathtaking,
Standing out from the morning dew
Abloom with ostentatious innocence.

Every thought of you would be in it,
Your favourite colours coloured in
Red for the petals, green for the calyx
Filaments as beautiful as your eyes.

I was to add a few ovules - twenty,
Each for every year you've lived,
Six heart-shaped droplets of water
And 'Monday' the day you were born.

My niece wouldn't give me her crayons,
The dog ate my plain paper
But nothing could take away my wish:
Happy birthday angeleyes.