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By h. Date: 2001 May 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.29.16.58.5175]] |
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A huge gift, Wrapped in funny paper, That makes you scream. A deep kiss, On your delicate mouth, Passionate and special. A true touch, On your warm skin, Smiling and real. A bunch of million roses, Red and fresh, Spread on white sheets. A bottle of wine, Sweet and tempting, Shared on your lips. All of these I cannot Give. Only a lonely poem, On a white screen, With black ink, And my voice, Saying deep from within, Happy Birthday, Sweet girl, Shall your life be, A gift filled with Kisses soaked in wine. A touch caressed by roses, In a garden, Where imagination and dreams Can fly. Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl. |