Happy birthday to my dearest man, A father after many years of trying. Pleasure? Yes, of course, there's no denying; Perhaps more, though, the angst of those who plan. Yet now we have a boy, whose gurgles can Bestow on us a love of life undying, Immerse us in the bliss of happy sighing, Remind us of the world when we began. There is no view of heaven before dying; However, this tutorial will do. Deep though my joy, the well is deeper still, Abysses far beyond my thought and will, Yet not beyond my boundless love for you.
