Here is my yes, and it has no end,
a road that keeps widening, friend into friend.
Two little candles that chose to be one —
and the light we make outlasts the sun.

Not a finish line, not a closing door,
but a threshold opening ever more.
We'll write the years in a steady ink,
closer than we ever dared to think.

Some vows are made once and left to gather dust.
Ours is a living thing —
renewed in a glance across an ordinary table,
a promise we keep by simply continuing.

Lift it gently, let it ring,
the finest chord the two of us bring.

Here is my yes, and it has no end,
a road that keeps widening, friend into friend.
Take the long bright length of the day —
we are each other's second half, and here to stay.

Step to the morning, unhurried and true —
the whole of my life makes sense as you.