I write these few brief lines
To celebrate your birthday now
To write for you now and here
Is to

I know you...with,
that look, in your eyes
that moment our eyes met,
It was fate, kismet,
and

To touch, to hold your hands in mine is to have ones heart,
the only thing that matters to me is

soliders march on
to their imminent death
Soliders fight on
till their last breath
Soliders fall

To which I pen upon the paper I write
For what I wish upon the stars tonight
For deliverance

Yours is a burning flame to which I admire
Mine's to burn for it in every single desire
I want to