It’s our day, my better half

Twenty seven years passed,

Our sorrows, pleasures weaved,

In one unbreakable garland,

Of love, trust and mutual regard.

Floods of social problems arrived,

Storms of sorrowful events knocked

Huddles of financial stringency appeared

Our hands remain joined, hearts intertwined,

We face them, ease them, resolve them united.

Smilingly you accept and oblige my wishes

Even if many times they differ from those of yours.

Generously you forgive and forget my mistakes,

Even if I know they cause your heartaches.

Only a writer can understand your hardships,

Sacrifices, contributions towards my penmanship.

Seasons come on the earth, in this big stretch of years,

But for me, the whole span was only spring in your presence.