we were destined to meet,
long before we couldn't feel our feet.
a path was made fifteen years ago,
the connection i felt made me follow.
the sky looks more teal.
the kind of sight i rarely see.
i never questioned "how can this be?"
it happened because you're here, Shamille
knowing you doesn't weigh my head.
i'll keep understanding you 'till i'm dead.
today flows a sightful hue,
again, happy birthday to you.
- remy
