For You, My Love, the Happiest of Birthdays
For you, my love,* the happiest of birthdays!
Let this be a day your soul shall sing,
Rejoicing in the pleasure that this one day
Must to all who love you surely bring!
You, who give so much, should now be taking
What affection a poor soul can show.**
Understand this little fuss I'm making
Is only what one mortal can bestow,
Touched by love too beautiful to know.
*Feel free to substitute any other salutation (dear Dad, sweet sister, etc.).
**If from more than one person:
What affection we poor souls can show.
Understand this little fuss we're making
Is only what we mortals can bestow,
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon