For your smile is a clover leaf; rare yet beautiful,
In an ugly world drenched in anguish and despair,
May it brim serenades, for me, for you,
On all the days when the clutches of anxiety prove unsettling.
Happy Eighteenth, Junior,
Thank you for the care, the support,
Thank you for being the light that illuminates all the dark corners of my life,
Losing you would mean losing everything.
Have a wonderful year❤