For Samantha

Before the world had learned your name,

the stars conspired and arranged

a soul so rare, so wildly bright,

they set her loose on March the First.

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You are the warmth in winter rooms,

the laugh that breaks a heavy air,

the kind of person people mean

when they say someone really cares.

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The universe runs on math and fire —

on gravity and ancient light —

but somewhere in its grand design

it paused to get you exactly right.

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Your number is the six — the heart,

the healer, keeper of the flame,

the one who shows up, holds the door,

and loves without a thought of gain.

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So here is what the cosmos knows

and wanted written in the sky:

the world is genuinely better

because you chose to come alive.

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Happy Birthday, Samantha.

You are absolute.

You are beauty.

You are loved.