For you, my love,* the happiest
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 more true than we can know.
*Feel free to substitute any other
salutation (dear Dad, sweet sister, etc.).
**If from more than one
What affection we poor souls can
Understand this little fuss we're making
Is only what we mortals can bestow,
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon