A birthday card

I am not sure,
where would I begin
this little song
how about aug fifteen ?

I dont remembr the day,
I first spoke to you;
coz you had your way
taking things through..

I would be lying
if I said all was smooth,
I have had times prying
to bloody your bucktooth

Good things they say
happen with time,
with friends like you
I can't, but rhyme..

After all these days
I found this while,
scratching my face
trying words to pile..

make this look
like a birthday card,
and tell you lots more,
but I guess its always hard...