Every Year Gets Better

Every Year Gets Better

The proud Scots pine is evergreen
Just like my love for you
It stands it's ground and shelters us
Longstanding, strong and true

So here we dine at a picnic bench
Where I raise a glass to my pretty wench
And pledge to hold her close to me
For as much as I have of eternity

'Come hold my hand' say I to my love
As I reach for a tiny box
'Here is a ring to fit like a glove'
My heart leaps but never quite stops

A beaming smile, a proffered hand
The gleam now resides in place
So far all has gone just as was planned
Her acceptance full of grace

So we began as many before
To visit that beauty spot
Returning every year as now
To celebrate all that we have got

©Rhumour
July 24th 2008