Birthday Poem

This is the day that it began.
This is her once upon a time,
This is the start to snarky lines,
Words carefully designed,
A heart that's intertwined
With yours.

You knew the sandy streams
That would tumble down her back
And how she would parts those waters
So often at her temple.

You knew the sassy spirit
That pulses her vein,
You gave her tempered lyric
That puts literature to shame
You made her as a fire
That burns to speak your name

In her heart you are building castles
Housing sparrows
Carried by feathers of truth.
She has not set herself of shaky ground.
But rather, light abounds
It flutters around
Inside her turrets.

Her balustrades are built of passion.
And in similar fashion
Her moats are filled with love.
Her eyes are centered on above
And she concentrates thereof
Impatient to see you again.

I don't think she understands
How masterfully you craft.
That you aren't daft
But were perfect in your draft.
So on the day of her beginning
My mind has started spinning
And I think it would be sinning
If I were not to say
That you are the perfect architect
And its evident in her design.