People wait for Birthdays to celebrate it in a special way
But the joy and happiness quickly withers away
They praise you with just lips for many things and qualities
Never meant from their heart, but were just modern formalities
I seldom remember your likings, favorites and tastes,
Impossible as it seems, to further remember our dates,
There might be billions in this planet who wish you before me
But they can't be close to even a Billionth of what you really mean to me.
It's not one day in a year that I'll keep aside to love you and appreciate,
But the bliss of togetherness, every moment of life will I, celebrate.
By Edward G
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