Estelle,
When the night was cold,
And we're not as old,
We gazed at the stars above.
We then framed our dreams,
But our age now screams,
Seems our time is running out.
Doesn't matter now what we get,
The friendship was our best bet.
In this life we're holding hands!
Now that we are golden,
To a life that's embolden,
Let's Rock 'n Roll to the world!
Em-em
Estelle Cortes
From Romeo Balingcongan
I wrote the poem below for you before. I still think it describes you perfectly well. Let this be my birthday greeting for you again, dear Melany!
The years went by
Softly
Quietly
Violently
Sometimes
Matter of factly
Grey hair
Started to show
Here and there
Haphazardly
No reason
No rhyme
Some things
Remained vivid
In your mind
Depressing
Disturbing
Delightful
Inspiring
Some vague
Flickering
Flitting
You gathered all
And wove a garland
Of dreams and visions
Words stringed together
To trace the contours of
Poignant memories
And beautiful
Remembrances
That defined what
You have become now
A lovely and awesome
Specimen of the human race
It is a cliche
I know
But let me greet you
Nonetheless
Happy Birthday
Dear friend.
