Forty-nine years ago, beneath the moon's soft gaze, A miracle sparked, igniting endless days. In time's gentle dance, forty-eight would unfold, Until your light found me, a story to be told. To you, Myrianne, where wishes entwine, Forty-nine kisses and more, a love divine. Milady, my sun, in your presence I see, A future bright with warmth, endless as the sea. Happy birthday to you, my radiant ray, In your laughter and light, I wish to always stay.