Happy trails to you my dove!
May blessings rain from up above
upon your dainty little head.
May you evolve in realms of love.

May troubles that you always shed
never make your face turn red
and may you dwell within the bliss
that you called bliss when we were wed.

May the knuckles of your fists
their chosen targets never miss.
May their trajectories be true
as the trueness of your kiss.

May the angels offer you
the blessings that you never knew
and satisfy your every whim
and satiate your thirst to sue.


May you always offer him
the sounds you made that caused a din
to resonate within my mind
and made me wish I'd never been
so blessed with someone in life's prime
that made existence so sublime.
compassionate and simply grand.
May he turn out to be your kind.