William Shakespeare – Sonnet #18
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: But thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
My dear friend
This year has had it’s challenges but I wish you happiness for the rest of it and forever more. If there ever was someone who deserved her wishes come true, it would be you. You are compassionate and brave. You are gentle yet strong. However you are still human. Know that I will be your shield that protects you, should you ever feel the need to crumble and let your guard down. It’s the least I could do.
Should I have a daughter one day, you’re the perfect example of what I’d like her to be like. You are not only pure and beautiful in appearance but your character is undoubtedly so and that is what matters most. I love you like a sister and always will. Happy Birthday.