Birthday

I turn and see that you have come

And wait to either smile or frown

At my first word.

All the things I planned to say have

slipped away.

And I can feel a little blush.

“I baked a chocolate cake today,

Oh Happy Birthday, Dear.”

The same thing I said last year.

But by your smile I see you know

That an honest love can grow

Faster than my skill to speak.

And you except the trite and true

“Happy Birthday. I love you.”