D., Happy Birthday on your special day!!!!
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink devine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosey wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breath,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
Je t'aime ma cher