To thee, who uttered my name
In a room of blur and a crowd of who’s
With that alluring smile which I blame
For wrecking my walls until it’s no use

Time with thee is a forceful billow
crashing on me, drowning my sanity
And with every innocent hello
I’m grounded with the force of gravity

Behind that façade, I see something more
Stay as you are, ‘tis something I adore
A lot to unravel, but there is no rush
When things are chaotic, 'tis okay to hush

To thee, who’s born on this lovely day
Whose existence shines when skies are gray,
For little acts, I thank thee
Time and again, I thank thee

*g.b.