I couldn’t write a real birthday poem.
I’ve been a bit lacking in creativity, as of late.
I don’t know why.
I play my guitar and all the chords fall flat.
Words don’t rhyme.
My fingers actually feel sore.
That never happened before.
I wanted to say I love you.
With every bit of vernacular, hidden in my brain
I typed out a squabble
Like chickens scratching in the dirt
I am sure they don’t know what the hell they say
That is my “Happy Birthday… ” to you
The truth of where I’m at
But never would I lack
Never would I stop seeing the beautiful smile
My responsive dorky grin
How my life was empty until
Until….
You entered in and made me
Feel I’ll always be complete
With you in my life
Cause… I really, really like you
And in fact, love you so very, very much
Happy Birthday!
Thank you, Gracie. You always make me smile. Please listen to this song and think of me singing it to you.
the unlit cigarette 
Arigatou, great song and the best B gift.
I’m glad you liked it. 🙂