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On this day of birth, I take a glance Into the lower drawer I've kept for years With gifts for you wrapped in steady hope A secret trove of "someday" and "God willing" Waiting for the moment we meet again. From journeys stretching across the seas Here rests a piece of Alhambran art A symbol of two lovers drawn as one Arabic verses yearning for dark-bright eyes For even in Andalus, I only think of you. Some presents gently touch the past Do you recall the penguins, the giraffes At the zoo, when time felt endless and kind I found a friend to more than break the ice And dream of mending those smiles undone. Tucked beside, a journal yet unfilled A passport not of borders, but stories to write For living skies, winding prairie roads By every place these restless hearts may lead I'd cross the world to grant your dream date. And last, a honeyed gift not meant to last Chocolates brought home from palatial lands From Geneva's quarters to Ankara's cafes Remains only Belgian chocolate To bake a cake with my sweetest half.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:54 PM UTC
The Gift Drawer
On this day of birth, I take a glance Into the lower drawer I've kept for years With gifts for you wrapped in steady hope A secret trove of "someday" and "God willing" Waiting for the moment we meet again. From journeys stretching across the seas Here rests a piece of Alhambran art A symbol of two lovers drawn as one Arabic verses yearning for dark-bright eyes For even in Andalus, I only think of you. Some presents gently touch the past Do you recall the penguins, the giraffes At the zoo, when time felt endless and kind I found a friend to more than break the ice And dream of mending those smiles undone. Tucked beside, a journal yet unfilled A passport not of borders, but stories to write For living skies, winding prairie roads By every place these restless hearts may lead I'd cross the world to grant your dream date. And last, a honeyed gift not meant to last Chocolates brought home from palatial lands From Geneva's quarters to Ankara's cafes Remains only Belgian chocolate To bake a cake with my sweetest half.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:54 PM UTC
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