I don't say Happy birthday, I say

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I've always written my heart

but now you seem to understand 

you've always told me you love me 

but now you seem to mean it

I've always worn my heart on my sleeve

invisible to oblivious eyes

but now you seem to have seen it

I've wished for your support for the longest time

and now you look like my biggest fan

and just like that, my 17 year old becomes a man

your innocence shines through your eyes

your compassionate heart lights up the room

around your subtle confidence the doubt dies

your courageous love is worth bowing down to

and just like that, my 17 year old turns 22

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