Happy Birthday P

I wish the day to last never,

And lose in the immortal cyclone

Of heavens’ and earth’s chaotic motion.

My eyes, when I open,

You shall be sighted forever…

Keats taught me the eternal adoration

Of the passing, the decaying day,

But I, your lover, fused with passion,

I am made of some different clay!

I have made; I have fixed; I have marked

This nocturnal as your immortal birthday.

A very very happy birthday to P, someone around whom my span spins...

Happy Birthday P