Birthday Style.
So this was to be
A happy day 75 years ago
When he saw the light of day
For the first time
And now?
His spouse gives him cries
Of uphill talk and void of love
And passion
Dried-out like fruit
Left in the moody sun
He writes a story of love
Of his first time
Excitements of two hearts
In the bloom of their youth
Then pain and loss
Until he finds his great love
Nearly lost his mind about
Her untimely death
Cursing Fate
Letting him meet her so late
Makes no sense:
This thing called Love
None at all he muses
Looks at a nude
He blew-up from facebook
And she loves him
Birthday style.
zoltanzelan
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