To You the Best of Fortunes

There is a you inside of me
that cares for you very much.
All the memories-- all the dreams and fears
create a character inside
that keeps me awake while you are sleep
to watch the night for you and wonder how you might have a pleasant tomorrow.

This inner you within me converses with the you that is you and not me,
and when the autumn breeze bears heavily on your heart,
and the light is dim and the darkness imploding around your gentle mind,
the you inside of me awakens within my soul and cries out to you
to love yourself as the you within me
because you are very beautiful through my eyes,
and it seems, sometimes, that only the you inside
of me comprehends that to be true.

Hugging postsynaptic neurons and changing hormones into joyous pink hearts
with the magic of friendship cliché
is my greatest imagination eclipsing all the others.

Not even the you within me can determine what it takes to show a woman that she is wonderful
without trying to meet a foreign ideal and risking her health and contentment
because the you within me knows it already self-evident (but you are learning more with time).

I'll return the you inside of me back to you somehow
through these actions and verses that she has envisioned
because the you inside of me
loves you very much
and thinks of you all the time,
and angels couldn't be better company
than a woman with a heart of flowers.
Your strong smile inspires the interpretation of aestheticism in my mind to dance because there is great beauty to interpret.
It is that smile that I want you to have forever
because it is the mark of elegance and a light shining through the interstellar clouds and black vacuum of the cosmos.
Happy birthday.