A Birthday Sonnet for You

In candlelight’s soft waltz, your visage I see,
A portrait of grace in this grand soirée’s gleam.
The world may spin on, but it pauses for me—
When caught in the spell of your starlit dream.

Your laugh, like jazz, flows through my wistful veins,
Each note a confession I dare not speak.
For though I wear charm and my smile feigns,
It’s your name my heart pens when nights grow bleak.

If love were a letter in old crimson ink,
I’d write you each line in a ballroom’s hush.
In whispers of velvet, I’d make you think—
This crush is no folly, nor passing blush.

So on your birthday, I raise a toast true:
To the muse of my soul