When strolling in the morning, I need no walking staff; I have your arm and hand to guide me. By my evening story, you ask me why I laugh because you’re reading right beside me. Hard to believe after all of this time I have the love of my life.

After all these years, still, yours is the hand that warms me. After all these years, still, yours is the smile that calms me. After all these years, still, I’m glad to see you when I wake up and to tell you that I love you still.

And when some things distress me, you can unline my brow and bring my level back to all rights. I can’t count how you bless me, but for right here and now: they number right up with the starlights.

Hard to believe after all of these years, we’ve conquered so many fears.

After all these years, still, yours is the face that cheers me. After all these years, still, yours is the voice that steers me.

After all these years still, I am so grateful that I live my every moment with my true love, still.

After all these years still, I’m proud to bind my heart to your heart for forever, and forever, still.