Love Sonnet 02: 'This Is Your Day, So Special In A Way'

Poem By Reyvrex Questor Reyes

This is your day, so special in a way,
Your life begins, and so their waiting ends,
When two decades ago, you wafted free,
To be the gust of May, that Springtime sends;
Will angels grudge on being copied by,
Of vestal grace and their celestial charms?
As such endowments, you did edify,
The armor of your heart, that none disarms;
As bud that turned flower and fruit becomes,
May soon comprise the longings of your call,
To flourish first as seed and bear blossoms,
In cycle of life that is task for all;
.….So, to you, happy birthday, bloom of Spring,
…..And wishing you the joys, the year will bring.

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