you, our little prince,
who will be blowing out the candles tonight,
you, who will be making a wish,
playing with shooting stars in the sky.
sitting like the moon,
worrying and watching over everyone,
glowing like the sun,
radiating positiveness, is kind and fun.
admiring you is forever,
even after this time.
because like sun, moon and stars,
you will never lose your shine.
happy 20th, wjh!
it is rare for me to write explicitly, but i thought that the best way to describe you is how you really are, and not so much in metaphors. i struggled, i really did, writing this. i'm not used to simple phrases without a 'hidden' meaning. but i hope i did my best for you.
happy birthday, again, wjh, our little prince!