To the Keeper of My Heart
The sun ascends to mark thy special day,
Yet pales beside the lustre of thy face.
No fleeting years can steal thy bloom away,
Nor dim the glory of thy gentle grace.
Thou art a living gem, a pearl so rare,
More precious than the treasures of the deep.
A breathing poem, sculpted light and air,
A promise that my soul delights to keep.
Let music swell and crimson roses bloom,
To crown the queen who holds my heart in thrall.
Thy radiant smile dispels the gathered gloom,
And answers every whisper, every call.
My love I lay before thy feet this hour,
A tribute to the joy thou dost impart.
More lasting than the fragile summer flower,
Thy name is etched forever on my heart.
In the tradition of the great Romantics, this piece serves not merely as a greeting, but as a coronation. It suggests that affection creates its own timeless era, where the beloved is not subject to the decay of time but is rather enhanced by it. It is a meditation on enduring adoration, turning a birthday into a reaffirmation of a sacred bond.
