and no kisses.
But there are wishes.
There are prayers,
and hopes for a day well spent.
There are visions of laughter,
Visions of a future of happily ever after.
Another year without you,
another candle lit.
Tears and fears running rampant,
can’t stop His timing well fit.
Wrapped with a bow,
saved only for you.
This gift of timing and love stored,
let it flow through.
My heart has been yours for quite some time.
I love you, darling, though you are not mine.
Well wouldn’t you know?
Turns out I’m the patient kind.
So as I release this lonely balloon up into the air,
I’ll say a birthday wish and a birthday prayer.
For He is its guide,
and it will find you somewhere out there.
Happy birthday, my love.
How I wish you were mine.
But I wouldn’t for one second,
rush His perfect time.