The heavens were probably celebrating,
That God was going to adorn
The world with His choicest blessing,
The day when you were born.
The fair Aphrodite, herself bore
You down to this despairing world.
No less, a queen of holy shores,
You’re exotic Venus impearled.
Majestic is your lovely gait,
Radiance is your name,
Modesty, your trait innate,
You put the best to shame.
Let happiness wrap your heart,
And love fill your way,
And sorrows all forever depart,
Today, on your birthday.
Most important thing, I want to know is whose birthday is it in September? My favourite line here - You put the best to shame !
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