Happy Festival Of Birth...(Oluchichi) ! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

With manners, I sing thy birth of many colours
Wishing you oh sweet and cute, gentle little thief
All good that's good and all the world's favours
Loving you so much for thy beaut steals all grief.

But more to it these day to thy success
As give I in this my grace and bountiful gifts
That you find ecstasy and true heartiness Amidst all, even when the wild waters adrifts.

May thy sky be stained with stars
And thy clouds with colourful rainbows.
May in thy fields wheat be sheaved from tars
And all men be pleased with thy Shadow's shadow.

This wish I share today, is for a friend
Who hates not nor flee when I myself I despise
Striding in despair, wishing life would end
But hands some sweets of words that softly suffice.

Then ten times I am, happy me!
To have a friend so lovely as this
If this verse be read, then it's true that I heartily wish thee
Happy birthday! Oh sweet and cute, gentle Chi Chi...!