As daffodils unfurl,
with both inner and outer petals,
you expand. I have been
privileged to witness
flashes of your radiant,
golden soul grow in this lifetime.
A treasured gift I hold dear.
So my loyalty to you is like that
of wise guys, mobsters,
raised together since boyhood—
for no matter what happens,
I’ll charge in with guns
blazing to defend you. At times,
all I had was the hope you knew
this is how I’ve always felt.
Happy birthday, my sweet friend.
Keep growing. Keep going.
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