We’re like two frogs on a lilly pad,
living quietly, just you and me,
celebrating side by side,
birthdays, Christmas, Valentines.
Your thoughtful words fill the cards,
and I treasure them through 32 years.
We celebrate every win too,
the birth of children,
degrees earned, promotions won,
and yes, we even have a drink or two
for life’s hard lessons learned.
Remember that recipe I tried,
too spicy, but made with love inside.
Or when you turned up with flowers,
outside my office door,
you old romantic, you.
We share our feelings openly,
even anger, madness, jealousy,
just love’s raw edges, honed in honesty,
every emotion laid bare.
We’ve experienced the darker aspects too,
trauma, loss, old wounds dissected,
there at funerals,together,
holding hands, drying tears,
holding on through every storm.
We talk about future plans,
holidays we want to take.
What corners of the world await?
Thirty-two years, side by side,
and in that I find my pride.
In every anniversary,
our bond grows stronger still,
I love you to my very core,
and with each passing year,
I know I will love you more.
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