I write this to you,
because I fear I will be too late
to share it in person.
you deserve every
joy that life gives you,
for all the kindnesses you have completed,
which are more than many will
complete in this lifetime.
because of all the words you write
that you will not speak,
because of all the things you draw
because they are what is in you heart,
because of all the things you dance
that are locked up inside.
because I wish I had known you more,
because I am afraid of losing you
because you are kinder than me,
you are the ever blazing flame
next to my momentary bonfire.
because you need to be told you are amazing,
and you are,
because every day you show me something
that I was not aware of,
you're modesty frustrates sometimes
because you refuse to admit
the grace of your actions.
because I hope that someday you can tell me everything
that you hold secret inside.
because you have supported me through
these frail months,
constantly boosting me up
when I probably don't deserve it.
because when I'm around you,
I can't help but smile,
your actions a cause of joy
in every way possible,
minute though they may be.
because you're you.
And though it may be your birthday soon,
I feel I am getting the present,
because I couldn't get a better gift