Our love is the romance of Adam and Eve.
The same day fear God's damnation.
The same day ask about death,
and its about to love God.
The sacrifice and foods made,
none compares to Jesus Christ's cross.
The same day we dress up with cloth.
waiting to remember God's forgivness.
The same day we are a bit older in eternity.
or the memory left a scar as unique.
Even if the same birthday, 
or same day to die did not matters.
It only matters by our father God's words.
The same day our love is blessed.