TO MY BELOVED ON HER BIRTHDAY:

It's been nearly twenty-five years, a journey begun,
With a visit to your friend, my sis - then we walked beneath moonlit skies and under sun.
Through laughter and tears, joy and strife,
You’ve remained the heart and grace of my life.

With every sunrise, I count myself blessed,
To walk this path with you-my soul’s rest.
You’ve shaped my world with love and light,
Made wrongs seem fewer, and burdens light.

Your strength is silent, your kindness deep,
In your arms, even storms go to sleep.
You’ve lifted me higher, helped me stand tall,
With a quiet resolve that carries it all.

Your beauty endures, both inside and out,
A radiant smile that casts away doubt.
And oh, your stern gaze—so firm, yet true,
Still has the power to pull me through.

I still see us walking, side by side,
On quiet Abuja evenings, in gentle stride.
Those moments linger, soft and bright,
Memories wrapped in golden light.

You’ve met life’s trials with hope on your lips,
With steady grace and whispered quips—
“It is well,” you’d calmly say,
And somehow, my worries fades away.

So today, I sing your praise aloud,
With a heart fulfilled, and humbly proud.
May joy and peace be yours to keep,
And dreams that dance while you sleep.

Happy birthday, my love, my life, my guide—
Forever grateful, with you ❤️ 

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