A tribute to the good times,

cannot neglect the rough.

Without a struggle comes no prize,

cocoon would yield no butterfly,

and without the rain the rose would die.

So when I'm tempted to forget,

just how far we've come,

please remind me, dear.

Please remind me that you love me,

sweet promise whisper in my ear.

Repaint the mem'ries 'cross my mind,

kaleidoscope of precious times.

Remind me that our journey,

of a thousand miles began,

these many years ago now,

the day you took my hand.

Remind me that each day,

is just another step,

toward dreams and goals and promises,

that together will be kept.