This day, hell the last 2 days have been a trip and a half. It was great spending all the phone calls talking to Kupid on his birthday. Happy Birthday, Kupid! xoxo
Here's an old Birthday poem for you Erik. Still stuck with the writer's block, so couldn't write a new one, but oh well. This one was written from your 29th, remember?
4/19/2006
Happy Birthday Prince Kupid
By Tanya T
If I could....
I'd take u straight 2 the sky
I'd bake u a marshmellow pie
With candles of shooting stars,
Each flickering lovlier
And shooting farther than the last
Celebrating 29 years past
Of Aryan's finest,
Ample locks of blond
Are like a fiery lake made from the sun
Frolicking in Martian heat
Burning up ne'er felt so sweet
Endless oceans of eyes midnight blue
Innoculations of serenity is Kupid's heart
So tender, so true, purest taste
Happy Birthday Prince Kupid
The finest indeed, of Aryan race
Here's an old Birthday poem for you Erik. Still stuck with the writer's block, so couldn't write a new one, but oh well. This one was written from your 29th, remember?
4/19/2006
Happy Birthday Prince Kupid
By Tanya T
If I could....
I'd take u straight 2 the sky
I'd bake u a marshmellow pie
With candles of shooting stars,
Each flickering lovlier
And shooting farther than the last
Celebrating 29 years past
Of Aryan's finest,
Ample locks of blond
Are like a fiery lake made from the sun
Frolicking in Martian heat
Burning up ne'er felt so sweet
Endless oceans of eyes midnight blue
Innoculations of serenity is Kupid's heart
So tender, so true, purest taste
Happy Birthday Prince Kupid
The finest indeed, of Aryan race