The eye that gazes upon the beauty she holds-
Are blessed to infinity, and turned to gold.
We love like the love never loved before.
My dreadful yore nuisances me nevermore.
My coexistence with her, is a blessing indeed.
When I met her for the first, alas! I was freed.
Freed from the chains of my past and curses.
I tend to praise her in every one of my verses.
She can’t be thanked enough for her deeds.
For the Garden of Eden, she was the lone seed.
I praise this date, as she was born today.
Happy birthday to her who diminishes my gray days.
I will love you till the end. Till time itself dies.
Till sorrow feels happy, and pure bliss crie