Happy Birthday Honey
My hot ice, my sprinter-Turtle, purple rose and my wife,
your creation puzzles nature as every cell in you gives comfort.
So cheerful you are, that your shadow has a dimple
you shed a tear and oxygen pulls down its jean
from your singing, the morning flower finds a cardigan
and that effortless smile of yours makes the moon find cover in a blanket.
So sophisticated, modern and divinely engineered,
your virtues have curbed our challenges to be temporary migrants
and have rendered the sparks of the city daughters wireless.
Your flesh at sight, makes an intending foreign kiss crash,
your beauty wins all contests,
far above the surrounding maidens hands down,
even without judges.
So industrious and intelligent,
you take a break and time is given a handkerchief
if you were the president,
Orphans will own grocery stores, rodents will build their own castles.
You danced in dust, yet the weather develops a good handwriting
you are happiness’ algorithm, Fortune’s ultimate charm
evident by a life on a non-stop green traffic light.
Your breath sustains a botanical garden
and your whispers come in a lovely accent.
The sun only illuminates, when it borrows your eyelashes
and on your sexiness, the Greek gods form a formidable cabinet.
You have been more than a helper and a partner to me
from the connection of our hearts, came the discovery of the internet.
Street lights have developed ears on account of our lovely gossips
all these make loving you, the best decision I’ve made in my life.
I’m blessed to have you grow with me to be the world’s most powerful couple.
Happy birthday to you my love, my life, my heartbeat and my wife.
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