My tobacco tin is ten years old,
and doesn’t hold my smokes
like it used to do.
We’ve been married ten years
and you still laugh at my jokes,
my love. My love, I love you.
A decade down the line,
we’ve had our ups and our downs,
more smiles then frowns,
for, though we’ve had more knocks
than most couples who cope,
we held on to hope.
We held on to one another,
braved the storm
and formed a bond
that none can break.
I still see you in my dreams,
you are still the first thought
when I wake, and I don’t care
about the clichés, they work (like us)
because they’re true, my love. My love,
I am so in love with you.
Happy tenth anniversary to my beloved wife, Sian. Luckiest girl alive? Certainly the most tolerant! I love you, my biscuits x