Happy Birthday, my beautiful darling! You’re 24 now, and I am oh so lucky to know you. In honour of your birthday, I present to thee two songs that make me think of you, and a poem fitting today:

Birthday- Christina Rossetti

MY heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

Happy Birthday, Jaime. Think well of me.

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