Candles of red and yellow and blue
Years past, the wishes, being reviewed
Had any of them-
-any of them
Ever come true?

Candles of red and yellow and blue
I clearly remember my year of two
I'd wanted a pony-
Through and through
Dreams of ponies, since, have said adieu.

Candles of red and yellow and blue
Wishes of other years I remember few
Maybe a bike, a Winnie the Pooh?
A boy of my own, requitedly pursued?
Someone like you...?
Like you?
Like you?

Candles of red and yellow and blue
We're led to when I'd wanted...you.
No, not you (as specifically veiwed)
But I'd wanted my perfect man, but who?
It was you.
Oh, God, It was you.
Though it's left still- still!- untrue.

Candles of red, yellow and blue
What I wish for this year? Well- you.
You specifically
The way you are
Unchanged, unaltered
Exactly the same
Because I would never change you.
To change your perfection
would be a complete tragedy.
Because you're so perfect as is...

*Ahem*

Candles of red, yellow, and blue:
I find myself today wishing for you.
I wish you were here,
I wish that you knew:
I wish that you were behind me, too:
to see me make a wish on the candles
and to make it come true,
Whisper in my ear:
"Happy Birthday, darling; I love you."