HPY BTHDY

Tragedies of heart being broken is put in the past,
Process of recovery was cut short, magic was cast,
The feelings returned for a special human,
A human I refer as a near perfect woman.

Dark nights no longer, it is finally shined,
Words are transferred through telephone lines,
Thoughts exchanged healthy arguments` fun
Life is good even without the addictive “blunt”.

Soon secrets were told, true feelings unfold,
Sleepless nights when there’s no phone calls,
A plane boarded at a definitely wrong time,
Now distance plays it part, falling in love is a crime.

Word is bond; heart connected though sight unseen,
Spoken words, feelings expressed its all clean.
Unexplained thoughts, the brain is not thinking,
Distance brought souls apart, now the heart is craving.

Happy Birthday