Seven

There are seven days in the week
and I love you on all of them.

Hell hath seven levels
and I'll go through all of them for you.

I sleep for seven hours
and I dream of you in every one of them.

And this is the seventh line in this poem that I wrote for you.

-Dorian. C. Major

Birthday

Another year,
Another milestone.
Another tear-
dried up- gone.

A new beginning,
A new goal.
A new path-
don't fear- be bold.

Forget the past,
Forget it, it's gone.
Forget what won't last-
pointless- have fun.

Another year,
Another milestone.
Another tier-
don't stop- Well done.

-Dorian. C. Major