Twenty years ago, I married my bride. Not one day have I questioned that choice. In celebration, I have written a few poems to her that I will share throughout the day. Here is the first.
Nineteen years and one,
we've only just begun.
Eighteen years and two,
since we said "I do."
Seventeen years and three,
since you married me.
Sixteen years and four,
You I still I adore.
Fifteen years and five,
our love remains alive.
Fourteen years and six,
our bond is firmly fixed.
Thirteen years and seven,
God's love has been our leaven.
Twelve years and eight,
since that magical date.
Eleven years and nine,
since you said "you're mine."
Ten years and ten,
I'd do it all over again.
Nine years and eleven,
life with you is heaven.
Eight years and twelve,
with you I gladly dwell.
Seven years and thirteen,
your'e my regal queen.
Six years and fourteen,
on one another we lean.
Five years and fifteen,
we've lived in this godly scene.
Four years and sixteen,
with us nothing comes between.
Three years and seventeen,
it's astounding where we've been.
Two years and eighteen,
we've kept our marriage bed serene.
One year and nineteen,
such bliss unforeseen.
Zero years and twenty,
we've had love aplenty.
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