The deadly breakfast sarnies
And a Gavin and Stacey binge
Sitting through a rugby match
And our endless hours of work

I wouldn’t call it romantic
But then again I would
There’s nothing I love better
Than an afternoon with you

Planned trips around the world
And up some local hills
A magical day in Vienna
And second hand books in Malvern

I call myself the luckiest girl
and I do believe I am
Your parents did a good job with you
And to them I’m indebted

You keep me sane when times are tough
Which recently has been a lot
The Christmas presents we shared this year
Are just the start of what’s to come

I love you a lot
I guess you’ll do
You’re my favourite
Don’t ever go