Many roses are,
But your petals rare,
Many wingers be,
But not you, my queen bee;
On the threshold of your twenties,
Just a step before the thirties,
I wrap my love, again, around you,
Just as it was, the day I met you.
Happy Birthday, My Love. My own queen, from heaven above.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
Many roses are,
But your petals rare,
Many wingers be,
But not you, my queen bee;
On the threshold of your twenties,
Just a step before the thirties,
I wrap my love, again, around you,
Just as it was, the day I met you.
Happy Birthday, My Love. My own queen, from heaven above.
My wife celebrates her first birthday as my better half. I pray it be the first of plenty, together in love and good cheer. Hip! Hip!! Hip!!! Huuuuraaaaaay!
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