At times like these, when I reflect

On the twists and turns of fate that have led,

To you and I, our lives entwined,

Sharing home, hearth, and bed.

A glow begins deep inside; a warmth spreads from within

as I recall the milestones of our romance.

Our first few years were wild at best,

Two kids who dreamed, their lives a quest,

We sang We danced, We shared our friends

and built ourselves a nest

The next time has gone so quick,

With dashed hopes and fears in check,

We brought our firstborn to my father's breast.

And then began anew to trust our fate,

In time, with sweat and pain, in fear,

We shared our love again and reared,

A boy child who would not allow,

his voice to become lost in a crowd.

With the second son soon joining the first,

our time alone was almost nil.

But trade those times for those without,

the screams of children all about,

I know that we both would agree,

would not be possible for you or me.

Our Romance has not been allowed to bloom,

on desert islands or moonlit nights in June

with worry over piles of child-nurturing debt,

from our thoughts of gifts for each other

have been swept.

But, at times like these, when I reflect

On the twists and turns of fate that have led,

To you and I, our lives entwined,

sharing home, hearth, and bed

A glow begins deep inside; a warmth spreads from within

as I recall the milestones of our romance