Through the thick and thin of life,
Weaving a path through joy n strife,
Been a thrill, this walk of life,
For all of twenty years plus five.
The two brought follies of their own,
Eccentricities and oddities unknown.
But Love was a flower that grew wild,
Blossoming into affair of a rare kind.
Then came the rough and came the storm,
Fuss aplenty n struggle in many a form.
They held on together with might and main,
Swearing to be one through pleasure and pain.
Days went by and to their glory,
They happily live on to tell their story.
A host of memories, a strapping lad by the side,
They are eying twenty-five plus twenty-five