Yes we began, a juvenile pair
fresh fondness, compulsive care.
We have hurt, we are hurt, often untold
We have smiled, we have cried
we have fought ourselves and the world
to win a place at each other's side.
We fell, we rose
only to fall head over heels again.
We made mistakes, we learnt
to learn seeing imperfect perfectly.
We grew in love, we grew out of love
only to grow with love, deepening the root.
Ten long years [sigh]
Yes, we thrived through thick and thin
saved ourselves from going astray.
I can now see us tracing
each other's senile lines, let's pray
Ten years and forever.
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