"Another year older
And what can I say
Other than I love you
On your special day

Years have past
From when we first met
These have been times
I will never forget

Always remember
That I'm thinking of you
Not just on your birthday
But every other day too

So I wrote you this poem
And give you my heart
To show that you mean the world
To me, every part."

"Never marry but for love;
but see that thou lovest what is lovely.
He that minds a body and not a soul
has not the better part of that relationship,
and will consequently lack
the noblest comfort of a married life.

Between a man and his wife
nothing ought rule but love.
As love ought to bring them together,
so it is the best way
to keep them well together.

A husband and wife that love one another
show their children that they should do so too.
Others visibly lose their authority in their families by
their contempt of one another,
and teach their children to be
unnatural by their own examples.

Let not enjoyment lessen,
but augment, affection;
it being the basest of passions to like
when we have not,
what we slight when we possess.

Here it is we ought to search out our pleasure,
where the field is large and full of variety,
and of an enduring nature; sickness,
poverty or disgrace being not able to
shake it because it is not under
the moving influences of worldly contingencies.

Nothing can be more entire and without reserve;
nothing more zealous, affectionate and sincere;
nothing more contented than such a couple,
nor greater temporal felicity
than to be one of them."