years. That's plenty!
And still so much a fun ride.
Like the Ferris wheel
where we fell in love
'neath a starlit, satin sky.
Rising and falling,
and always returning
to each with a kiss and a sigh.
We left behind
the worlds we knew
and climbed to dizzying heights!
And still we turn
and still we burn.
We spin 'to sweet old age.
Some dreams have rust.
Happy anniversary, Vince!
and climbed to dizzying heights!
The years flew past,
we spun so fast—
a blur of words and youth.
The heat, the glow,
the dreams of books,
the vows, the dress, the suit!
we spun so fast—
a blur of words and youth.
The heat, the glow,
the dreams of books,
the vows, the dress, the suit!
The perfect home.
The world we roamed!
Then came the wondrous years:
our darling sons
(an astonishment!)
and so we changed our gears.
The world we roamed!
Then came the wondrous years:
our darling sons
(an astonishment!)
and so we changed our gears.
And still we turn
and still we burn.
We spin 'to sweet old age.
Some dreams have rust.
Some dreams still shine.
We'll always turn the page.
We'll always turn the page.
And we gasp at the top,
stare down that steep drop
but still the most breathtaking view
is the love in your eyes
after all this time ---
oh, darling, there's still me and you.
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| Happiness at Enchanted Kingdom with our boys |
Happy anniversary, Vince!
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