On Harry's twenty-third, morning light breaks, Beside him, Rosie, who softly awakes. A journey through skies on tigermoths bold, In tales of enchantment, their story unfolds. The world below, a blur of green and gold, With Rosie, whose laughter never grows old. A birthday spent soaring, heartbeats in flight, In love's gentle glow, everything feels right. But back on the ground, they find joy in place, With Pussface, their cat, a furry embrace. Through skies and in dreams, they're bound by desire, In each other's hearts, they find wings to inspire.