The steps number thirty nine
Each, a year along the way,
Every step a memory of mine
Since we met that sacred day;
Years of passing seasons
Spring and Fall anew,
In them all the reasons
I shared each one with you;
Time has not eroded
The magic spell still cast,
Unshakeable, uncorroded
A love that was built to last.
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