Happy birthday my Love! Yes, I have earned the right to call you that, my love. So, the month is by the corner again, And I envision the eleventh waving palm branches, Presenting a display of sky high fireworks And shouts from rooftops Crowned with songs of celebration from heights of heights. The celebration is truly elaborate but is seen only through my mind's eye, Since it exists only in the mind of the one who loves you endlessly, With an abandon truly reckless, With the entirety of body, soul, and spirit. My runaway heartbeat, You may never know this immense depth that has abandoned all, freely, willingly, to flow for you And etched a lifetime-depth is the mark that bears your name, Bears your day, bears the whole you; The Mark that brands my heart. I will forget you by and by At least to some extent But you will always be the one my heart chose of its own volition, The one for whom my entire senses reeled, The one to whom my life radiated. It may have been completely wrong, Wrong in every explorable ramification, But you will always stand out, unique and unchallengeable by all, A sharp contrast among the long line of suitors. I am left holding the rope, the prize having fled, But I will remember my rope, your day, and hail it every passing year, Till I take my last breath. You may never hear from me again, But if your hands ever handle, Your eyes ever behold this piece, Know and remember this, I will always carry a part of you, The eleventh, the day the prince of my heart was born, Happy birthday my love!