Erica, love, whose freckles you disdain, Tiny constellations on skin's fair plain— Marking years, laughter, wishes we've spun, Life's brilliance under a boundless sun. Forty-two journeys 'round the sun's glowing face, In two decades of shared time and space, You, the Word Doctor, weave worlds with grace, Yet it's your spirit that makes hearts race. Though all yearn for your radiant light, In your orbit, dearest, I've found my flight. May success crown your ventures bold, And together, new horizons unfold. With whimsy's spark and love's embrace, We'll chart the stars in life's grand race. To travel the world, hand in hand, In this, my love, find dreams unplanned.