The Monkey Says: The First 18th

I love you, Sam*.

For all those times you drew ugly one-nostril pictures of yourself,

for refusing to draw a nice picture of me, and drew my question mark boyfriend instead.

It didn't matter if my wallet became empty, if it made you happy.

Time was still in our clocks, our ships were in a dock.

A different cuisine and company this year, I'm glad you're still dear.

You filled the night with looks so surprised, no money could afford the price.

Gifts from the heart, dinner was planned since the start.

Shared with special ones, enveloped with love and fun, lies there were none.

Happy 18th Birthday, dear :)

*future owner of Let's Wham!, SisterlyBakery and a Gucci handbag :D