This hits me right where I live, Miss Feather. I'm going to write to this one tomorrow.
You blew out the candles
From the depths of your soul
Your new year begins
With this new love your goal.
I could feel the cold breeze
As I shivered in bed
Wrapped against the inclement
Knowing you have now wed.
I find it ironic
From your promises fine
That the candles you blew out
Could be both yours and mine.
My light was extinguished
The night that you left
In the arms of another
You have left me bereft.
I remember your smile
From that time we would share
Oh, to touch and to please you
No treasure I'd spare.
I trust you are happy
With this new love you've found
While the one you betrayed
Is no longer around.
Happy Birthday, my darling
May it's happy return
Be filled with new candles
Which, unlike mine, will burn.