The years came and went.
Some years held alot more tears than laughs,
the better ones had greater laughs.
Whatever came our way,
sunshine or rain,
between him and i it was pure joy.
Its January again,
we gaze at each other,
cluless but anxious for what lies ahead.
Between now and December,
even in July when time seems to stand still
we'll face whatever comes
with love.
Much much love
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