Birthday Sonnet

Today I have to write a sonnet
And since your birthday falls quite soon,
Seeking a subject, I alighted upon it.
But what to say, and to which tune?
To speak my heart with words will always fail
To grasp the wondrous truth: you simply are.
My lens of letters, lines and sounds only veils;
The vision in my mind can't see that far.
It's the anniversary of confessing love
And still there's nothing else that rings as true.
Perhaps I should study the purity thereof
And just say it again: I love you.
Nah, jokes are way better, greatest of all arts.
Happy birthday, you weirdo, fart fart fart.