When first we met that lucky long ago
I cannot now remember what you wore
Or said or where we went but this I know --
The passing years but make me love you more.

Each time I see the way your eyes still glow
The thrill is ever greater than before
And then I want to shout fortissimo:
"The passing years just make me love you more."

Together we have had our share of woe
But when we come to calculate the score
We find our blessings seem to grow and grow
And every year I love you more and more.

And so this anniversary encore --
Each passing year I love you even more.

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