Giving to my husband all he deserves
Every nerve would strain. All those nerves
Operating in concert are not enough
For the rich symphony of fine stuff,
Failure to avoid: no option I’d say
As a celebration of this birthday.
Time passes my dearest at such a pace
Each year of our marriage I’d again face
In order to show I love you no less,
Gaining strength with trial I confess.
Haste and hot temper is my main fault still:
To you let me commit now that I will
You honour and praise and each day make new
My lover, friend and husband fast and true.
These shallow verses would be more weighty
Speaking my true love now:
GEOFF IS EIGHTY.
Love from Your husband Steve
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