(for Daleen) <br /> <br />Birthdays come and birthdays go <br />and yet there is something of the magic <br />of what life really is <br />caught in simple moments just like these <br />and the true length of life we do not know <br />or if we will be happy and healthy or be sick, <br />if important things we will experience or miss <br /> <br />while the rosy blossom of life does glow <br />upon your soft cheek <br />and your golden eyes do shine <br />with a deep perplexing happiness <br />and yet our lives we do not to destiny throw <br />but do for deeper meaning seek <br />for something lasting and divine <br /> <br />and the beauty that only a husband in love can behold <br />comes in moments of mere bliss <br />when something special lingers in each kiss <br />and I wish that every other day be blessed like this <br />that love will burn as bright when we are old <br /> <br />that even times of turmoil and sadness <br />will be turned around to gladness, <br />to the perfection of a eternal spring <br />and that life will have greatness in everything.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-on-my-darling-s-birthday/
