Nine is the number of years ago
That an angel appeared to me.
Her light filled up the night­;
Where once blind, now I could see.
My mind could not comprehend
what my heart was allowing to be.

The night turned into day,
Yet I dwelled upon her memory.
Could my soul be saved
By this angel who appeared to me?
A heart that, once unlocked,
Was now finally free.

And so the dance began
Between this angel and me.
The adventures were shared-
The tears, and the glee.
Until the day
I took to my knee.

The heavens shone so bright
As we pledged ourselves to eternity.
On that day and every morning since
I pray the world can see-
As much as I do-
What Racheal means to me.

Happy birthday, Imzadi.