A Rousing, Rhyming, Riveting Birthday Romp

My favorite person in the world

happens to be this birthday girl.

She understands my every thought,

agrees with me more oft than not,

respects my shifting paradigm,

and likes to hang out any time.

She's there for me when I'm alone,

and never asks me to atone

for unintended deeds or slights

that keep her wide awake at nights.

She finds my taste in clothes divine,

is thrilled when I am feeling fine,

is never jealous of my life,

and sticks with me through storm and strife.

Her brain and mine are just in sync;

sometimes I'll tell her what I think,

and it's like she already knew.

She understands me through and through.

But what I like the very best

is how I never have to guess

what she would have me do or say.

She lets me know that I'm okay.

We're kindred spirits, that's for sure.

I'll never turn away from her.

And she won't turn away from me.

We're close as close could ever be.

So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, birthday girl,

of all the people in the world,

you are my very favorite one...

with these kind words, my poem is done.

(Okay, I'll lay it on the line.

Her name is quite the same as mine.)

heehee

P.S. Here is a very cool thing...My sister just told me (in her comment on Family Victories, the post just before this one) that she wrote me a birthday blog today! Little did she know I'd be writing one for myself.  =D

Anyway, I'm excited!! The fact that it's only her fourth post in slightly less than a year lets you know what a unique and amazing event this is. Possibly miraculous. (Don't get me wrong, she's a great blogger, just not a prolific one.) I was asked not to read it until today, so I'm heading over to check it out right now. Since she didn't leave a link in her comment (only her blog address), feel free to hop on over with me.