Your birthday was the day we
first were us,
And so for me it is a day twice blessed.
I celebrate my having you twice over:
First, that you exist, then that you're
I never felt a love so free and fine,
So much a part of me, I'm but a lover,
So rich and full, it crowds out all the rest,
All time before I turned from me to us.
I am so joyful to be part of us,
To be at home with you and not a guest,
To celebrate this day and not another,
To share with you a common boundary line.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon