I proposed on one knee after you spent the third year with me,
under the apple tree where you promised your love for thee.
We spoke of a little house with an open, crackling fire stove
and whispered of children
as we made love on the black leather couch.
We fell into each other’s arms, eating scones made by nan.
We got married in the church near that old farmhouse.
We danced and made a million more plans
as you fell pregnant with our first little charm.
And that’s why with 20 years of great!
I stand by your side and wait;
for you to smile and give me a little kiss at that old gate.
Our love grows wild as we drink pink wine.
We talk about all the little stories we made.
Our children are doing great,
which is hard work and sometimes keeps us up late,
but we held love together for a moment to commemorate.
So I give you these words without no debate;
“I couldn’t imagine life! Without the love you create”.