Happy birthday to me, that's what they sing,
As I hesitate to blow out each candle.
Not a wish in sight, as I slowly fight,
To hide my discomfort within.
Crowded around me, as they stand,
Shifting their weight, camera ready in hand.
Pose for the picture, as flashes light,
My heartbeat racing as they close in too tight.
Peering down, I assess my cake.
Three layers stacked high, not knowing what to make,
Make of all this attention as it pours around me,
Never before have a craved such feelings, I want to flee.
The clock strikes eight, not knowing my fate,
As my brain can't function to find.
Can't seem to think of what to say,
As they are close to finishing their rhyme.
Happy birthday, Michelle Marie, all singing with joy.
The twins can't help but laugh, as to notice my face.
Knowing that seconds later I'll make my wish,
Next to tug me down and give me a big kiss.
They'll wand me to confess my desire,
My secret want and need.
But what no one knows as they finish their song,
Is that my only wish is you.
Happy birthday to me as you sing,
As you whisper in my ear.
Sliding a present, wrapped so neat,
Placing it at my seat.
As my fingers glide, opening up my gift,
Peering inside I see,
A simple piece of white paper with writing so neat.
"Your present is me, so I hope you see,
Just the man I'm meant to be.
So hold on tight, just breathe.
Get ready for the ride as I open your eyes,
To a world that's beyond what you see."
