Star Child

Poetic justice, poetic hubris, poetic license;
Anything poetic, is you.
When the stars come calling down on earth
You shall be their first, their last, their only.
And when they define love; the word heart
You shall have been their only reason.

All that is melodious, has sprung from you;
You are the truth, the bittersweet symphony.
All that is worth it's weight in gold, is you;
You are the passion, the glowing epiphany.
When the worlds will die and the bluebirds sing,
I shall see you your face; the comfort of your words.

A wonder, a wistful firefly, a sugar magnolia.
A world unto yourself.

Happy Birthday Deboleena


Tattva said...

<3 <3 <3
I'm printing this!

Anty said...

<3 <3 <3

Happy Birthday, once again!