She came like a birthday story!

Two years back like every year
She arrived and the year was quite rare
It was another birthrate
The same fate
As I thought
And lost and caught
In the cobweb of the same date
The same two numbers at the same rate
Yet it was different
A new number date
Started but still yet
She was direct in my cobweb
Took away all the ebb
Swaying and slaying the faith
On the corpse of the day weaning hate
Emotions, did I see you for the first time ever
This way never
Hesitant, diffident, far and straight
Yes it was the story of a date
The same birthday of many stories not to rate