This poem is a heartfelt birthday tribute to an invisible muse whose voice brings warmth and enchantment. Though her face remains unseen, the speaker celebrates her as a mysterious princess and luminous moon, wishing her a beautiful June birthday filled with lasting sweetness.
I do not know your name,
nor have I seen your face.
To me, you are an invisible muse,
revealed only through the melody of your voice,
a sound laced with warmth and tender grace.
Your little birdies sing of your beauty,
enchanting the hearts of many
whom you meet only in secret.
Your voice falls soft as morning dew,
and I can only dream
how radiant you must be in the flesh of reality.
How fortunate the month of June is
to cradle the birthday
of such a mysterious princess.
Many happy returns of the day,
my luminous moon.
May your silhouette linger like incense,
a sweetness that never fades.
●— This poem is dedicated to the mysterious princess who enchants us with her melodious voice —●
