On Robert turning twenty-four on 13th May

See how Time’s winged chariot does fly by
Yesteryear is naught but a remembered sigh
And now, at last, I can feel a bit less guilty
As more years take him over twenty…

But what to say of this indescribable person -
The quintessentially lovely Robert Pattinson
That another dreamy girl or woman has not already,
Expressed in multi media in love and in idolatry?

That he is gorgeous and beautiful beyond compare.
The perfect stallion for every heated mare,
That his face can launch a thousand cars
And lights up the world and shame the stars?

That his voice is fashioned as of a muse,
His style is unique, his grace profuse,
His body is riveting in its intentional frame,
And spheres dance to the tune of his name?

That his eyes make promises remembered in sleep,
Dreaming of ecstasies beyond the quantum leap,
His smile speeds up global warming without fail,
He looks at the lens and I forget to exhale…??

So, I am wishing him a happy birth anniversary
But all the wishes are really just for me…
For all the pleasures he gives through no premeditation
Give my days and nights inexplicable gratification...

May his heart be always as pure and as simple,
May he be as successful as he is surely humble,
May everything he desires be within his ambit,
May ministering angels surround him and never quit;

May his path and mine cross one enchanted day,
May I have something really memorable to say,
May he have some delight in my company,
And may he, in some small way, remember me…

And may the day come for me at last,
When this mad obsession will come to pass,
And I can return to my ordinary way of being
Sans the pain of impossible Rob-yearning…

And may he never never ever ever be
Afflicted with this incurable and chronic malady,
To love one who is no closer than a prayer
But whose addictive molecules pervade the very air!

Happy birthday, Robert, sweet twenty four
A zillion merry returns and many more,
Live long, live well and survive me…
Life without you will be the death of me!