We met, yea, thirty-one sweet years ago:
A day to love it is for us again.
‘Tis hard to think that time goes by and so
We celebrate again, my dear, no sin.
I love thee much, so good and true and sweet.
We are indeed so bless’d, my husband, mate.
Kiss me now once again, please Sweet’, and keep
The memory of kiss for my lone sake.
I ask for kisses oft’, my dear, a kiss
For reasons good and bad, but always dear.
Your hugs are good, my dear, as well, good lest
We take for granted each one’s place with leer.
I long for kisses, hugs, my Sweet—the best
We offer each today, in joy we rest.