High upon a Twin chocolate tower
Torches burned with age and power
Waiting for the Air to pass them by
Extinguishing them in a blink of an eye

Wishes set and rehearsed in preparation
Coinciding with this grand celebration
Although it’s yours, it is mine too
Cause if it never was, I’d be blue

Astrologically speaking 2 plus 2 should be four
But my math is One and nothing more
Some may say it just doesn’t add up
Even subtracted from the fifth cup

So see the spread and read it through
Waiting for the cross to speak to you
Be near or long term potential
Writing this seemed essential

Future is cast by days of two
Just so I know this would come to you
It is now tables times two plus four
For the one I will always adore