She Makes Me Complete.

The winds have grown cold, and the leaves shiver in their colors of flame,

This is how I know it is time for an immensely memorable day.

What is this day, one may ponder?

It is a day of celebration for the one I am quite fond of.

She is no ordinary woman - she is so much more,

She makes me believe that in my dreams I will soar.

My life can be messy, and often bittersweet,

But she completes my puzzle - she makes me complete!

Her greatest fears are often masked by her love for her girls,

She inevitably keeps us in mind, because we are her world.

She wears a smile on her face, that glows in pink,

I know it is to hide her pain when her heart sinks.

She makes me proud, as she stands by my side,

Her wise words and her love allow me to obtain much pride.

Her age does not define her and her heart shines in youth,

These words are not enough to encompass who she is - that is the truth.

Happy Birthday.