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A Birthday Message
 
Alone I sit and all at once I hear
Sweet music drifting through the air to me,
That charms and touches sweetly on the ear;
Yet when I look there's no-one I can see.
 
But yet I know whose song this has to be,
For none can ever be compared to you.
Your presence is a song itself to me
That lingers softly – ever thus to do.
 
Yes, your infectious smile invades us all,
And calms us when our lives no longer rhyme.
Your laughter doth unhappy times forestall,
With love that helps us through our troubled times.
 
A soul more full of life I've never seen,
Nor e'er can hope to see now you're fifteen.
 
Copyright © 1975, Alan John Branford
 
 
This sonnet was written as an inscription in a friend's birthday card, on the occasion of her fifteenth birthday. She was a talented singer/songwriter, as well as having a happy disposition. These traits are referenced in the poem. Despite some thought to the contrary at the time, this was not a love poem; rather, it was a simple message of a friendship appreciated.
 
(April 2016)
  
 
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