Birthday Poems

I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find.
But the day I met you, I began to see,
that love is real, and exists in me.
~ Anon

Birthday Gift
There are things I'd like to say
to you my love on your special day:
I am forever thankful God sent you my way.
Like a gift from up above,
you showed me how it is to feel real love.
I know many mountains we've had to climb
and sometimes forever has seemed like a very long time.
Yes, we've endured our share of pain,
but together we have so much to gain.
Bigger mountains may lie ahead,
but together there is no hill we can not tread.
So always remember my love for you,
and there is nothing together we can not do.
I'll be here forever - my love is true.
The person beside me, that would be you.
~ Nina

On Your Special Day
On your day just want to say
That you can count on me
To be your friend until the end:
Just wait and you will see!
I know that you would be as true
To me for just as long.
No "if" or "but," no matter what,
Our friendship will be strong.
So, my dear, I'm glad you're here
To share my joy and pain.
I care so much, so keep in touch--
I'll talk to you again!
~ Nicholas Gordon

Happy Birthday
You are very special
and you deserve the best.
I wish you a wonderful life
filled with love and happiness.
I hope others bring you joy,
just as you've brought joy to me,
then you can weather any storm
and be all you want to be.
~ Reatha Crow

Happy Birthday, Dearest One
Happy birthday, dearest one,
Sweet child of my heart!
We've become one family,
Of which you are a part.
And so I sing out equally
To all of those who are
Mine by blood or fortune blessed,
No more, no less my star!
We are one in love and joy,
In fondness and in worth,
And so as one we celebrate
This day, your day of birth!
~ Nicholas Gordon

To My Brothers
Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while for rhymes I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fixed, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birthday, Tom, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly:
Many such eves of gently whispering noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys, -ere the great Voice
From its fair face shall bid our spirits fly.
~ John Keats