This is your day, so special in a way,
Your life begins, as all their waiting ends,
When two decades ago, you wafted free,
To be the gust of May, that Springtime sends;
Will angels grudge on being copied by,
Of vestal grace and their celestial charms?
As such endowments, you did edify,
As armor of your heart, that none disarms;
As bud that turned flower and fruit becomes,
May soon comprise the longings of your call,
To flourish first as seed and cheer its chums,
In life cycle that is the task for all;
.….So, to you, happy birthday, bloom of Spring,
…..And wishing you the joys, the year will bring.
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