My queen of dreams and reality,
I thirst your presence and dust.
My bliss of life and death, with I adhere,
These valiant sensations, dipped in trust.
With valor, I’d raise the sword in battle
Of love for a glimpse of your serene soul.
Sacrifice, my precious crown – the head,
I will, for the modesty, so close you hold.
Your birth has given me the purpose of life,
Celebrate, I will, with my heart so red-bright.
All the anger dies and fears, fear and cries
In front of your sight and your divine light.
My Love, Happy Birth Day.