Ten years folded into a single kiss,
a lifetime tucked inside your gentle hand.
We wandered, then found a map in the heart of bliss,
and every line led home to where you stand.
You are the sunrise stitched into my mornings,
the quiet blessing in the hush of night.
With you, the ordinary blooms in charms and warnings,
and every breath you take turns wrongs to right.
The years, like pages inked with laughter,
have weathered storms and weathered suns in gold.
We built a harbor where love speaks after
the thunder, and the echo is softly told.
Ten years, and still your eyes are morning’s weather,
a lighthouse steady, fearless, true.
To walk beside you, to love you—ever—whether
the days are many, or few, or few.
You are the miracle I wake beside,
the partner in crime, the kindness in all I am.
Ten years blessed, ten years wide
and endless more, held in your hands.
So here’s my vow, simple and clear:
I’ll love you beyond the count of time.
For you are my compass, my anchor, my dear—
the love of my life, my life in rhyme.