On this morn the sun doth rise
haply to gaze at thee with loving eyes
'tis your morrow, tis your day
seize it! before this angel loses her sway
on this morn, one year doth pass
of life for thee, but fear not, my lass!
For God willing, many more shall come!
We shall celebrate them together, one by one!
Written on the occasion of a close friend's birthday. May all your years be happy and
fruitful. Much love, D.