If time had bent for us long ago,
We’d have whispered vows where wild rivers flow,
Bound by a love that waited, steadfast and true,
Yearning for moments we never quite knew.
Thirteen years, yet we know in our souls,
Our love took root in deeper roles;
More than papers and rings, this heart we share,
Thankful for each laugh, each breath of air.
Had they opened the doors to our hearts back then,
We’d have walked through hand in hand,
Holding dreams the world had yet to see,
Bound by fate, you and me.
So here we are, love, my world, my friend,
Thirteen years down, with no final end.
Thank you for you, for all that we are—
You’re my heart, my joy, my North Star.