was a beautiful day, the day you were born.
Your eyes rested on the World to the first time. Eyes large, curious, sweet. Have you seen
succession birthdays, and candles. And, for each candle, a desire to express.
There have been games. The caresses of their grandparents. The laughter with friends.
There were happy days. Days to grow. Days to live.
There have been days to go wrong. And day to look forward. Days of things to learn. Days of things not to despise.
There were days when to be strong. Days to apologize. Days in which to stop. Days to win.
When You were born, I understood what it meant to love someone with a love strong, powerful, domineering. A visceral love. An inescapable love. Immeasurable love.
When you were born, I understood what it meant to love someone more than yourself.
"... you'll always have the wind in their sails. The sun upon your face. The winds of fate makes you fly high, to dance with the stars" ...
Greetings my brother ... Beautiful 18.
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