inked on skin for life,

something alike and yet the same,

a reason and symbol left behind,

full of danger and yet so tame.

what you want will always happen

never give up on what's true,

blue, green, black and blonde,

something old somehow seems new.

through music and through words,

both crafted by the hand,

so much more hopefully to come,

like a plane that will not land.

so much beauty in your eyes,

expressed through what you do,

with a click and a sweep of a brush

your vision always shines through.

promise to make it a better one,

last year is done and through,

breath deeply and prepare to blow,

this time the birthday boy is you.

xoxo