Birthday

I wrote my friend a poem for her birthday.

On April 16, 1998, the world was blessed

With an invaluable addition

For 18 years of excellent service

You deserve grand recognition

Her hair was as black as coal

With skin as pale as milk

Eyes like a crackling fireplace

A smile more precious than silk

I've never a soldier like you

So headstrong and frail

Those words didn't quite add up

But for you, they worked without fail

The world has never seen a stoic artist

So giddy with affection 

Whenever you were near, my face would go red

It aroused countless questions

We tell tales of love at first sight

And maybe, it might be true

But, right now, all I can say is:

"Happy Birthday to You."

Author's Note

My friend really liked her poem, by the way.