May she
Never grow sick of cotton candy
Never tire of cheerful smiles
Never not have a tissue handy
Never again feel down
May she
Never lose her sense of fun
Never have a tummy-ache
Never ever come to harm
Never live for life's sake
Rather may she
Always know that she is loved
Always show her dimples
Always turn up when dinner's served
Always have no wrinkles
May she
Always fear nothing in life
Aways love the truth
Always (ok, maybe just sometimes) win her arguments
Always have a front tooth
May her
Yes be yes
And her best beat the rest
May her sunny zest for life never dim
May she love and know love
And give and receive joy
May she always go to bed contented
And her dreams make her smile
May she be happy always
-Asheroth-
Never grow sick of cotton candy
Never tire of cheerful smiles
Never not have a tissue handy
Never again feel down
May she
Never lose her sense of fun
Never have a tummy-ache
Never ever come to harm
Never live for life's sake
Rather may she
Always know that she is loved
Always show her dimples
Always turn up when dinner's served
Always have no wrinkles
May she
Always fear nothing in life
Aways love the truth
Always (ok, maybe just sometimes) win her arguments
Always have a front tooth
May her
Yes be yes
And her best beat the rest
May her sunny zest for life never dim
May she love and know love
And give and receive joy
May she always go to bed contented
And her dreams make her smile
May she be happy always
-Asheroth-
*for my sister on her birthday =)
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