I ask the heav'nly stars above How I might send thee birthday wishes For my impov'rished words won't do Her birthday shortly comes And I'm in complete disarray Whilst seeking clever words to say On what will be her special day. Hark! Cupid counsels - "Do not fret I'll make a poet of you yet And whilst you'll never be a bard Go pick your pen and write from your heart Pen words directly from your heart Write with Cupid's finest dart There's one more thing that you must do ensure your words are true Now, I took Cupid at his word. To my delight, my words were heard I never penned a poem more fair These piece I wrote for her On this your special birthday One vow I will make in rhyme I'll cherish thee till the end of time For she's too special not be cherish always. *©️Ibratosyn* *Age well and prosper always 🎂🍾🎂