For a Maiden on her birthday(2008)

I have been away for almost 2 months and I have nothing to show for it. I am still as rusty as I left.
And now I have to go away again. I have to correct some mistakes; and pay for some. I  will go in naked. For not a paucity of pride is left in me.
But that’s my biz. See y’all in June or July.
On a happier note, her birthday came and passed and since I am rusty, it has taken me this long to forge her a verse.
My poetic dexterity
is like a flame in the wind;
a gentle,black and steady wind.
Dangling from a tenuous string,
it screams for the Muse’s hand.
But suffice,it will, today,
to forge you, fair Maiden, a verse.

Today, my small heart dances
like a lucky worker bee
spoilt for choice among roses;
its infectious smile and joy
that of an April gentleman.
And my demure soul lies back
in a Pharoah’s satisfaction.

True, it may be bitter-sweet:
The heart, thus far good as Paul,
making impossible demands;
But don’t roses come with thorns?
So, give not a single thought
to those coronary whims,
and bask in today’s glory.

As Day’s flower blooms anew,
reach out and clasp this score year.
Smile like a Hollywood star
soaked with a million flashes;
be devoured by happiness
and savour the gift of life.
This, my dear Maiden, is your day.