words are heart to describe a friend,
a kind heart? a smile that lifts hurt? what is a friend?
one that listens and understand,
one that believes in himself and stands
above all, the struggles that it may bring
beneath it all, a soul so beautiful, with its outstretched wings
attracting all that is good, that is pure, that is kind
mixed in and formed to create a soul, a mind
full of creativity, words don’t do it justice,
standing beside a woman of Grace, her smile, like his fortress.
A year older you are my friend,
And as these years increase, may your joy never end.
Happy birthday 🤗
Gloomy a bit boring,
Things to do, things to write
Beneath the covers,
Beneath all that bothers
To decrease the creativity
Or a spark of reality
Swoops in and burst in all its sanity
That’s the urge I feel when I write.