Your third anniversary is like the story of Sheherezade, who told a lovely tale one thousand days. Then, too, Confucius said that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If one day is a mile, you are already there. Congratulations.
Omigosh, it's been three years already?
Our progress has been very steady.
For instance, I know
When I start toothpaste flow
From the center, it makes you unsteady.
At three years, my character's stained
I'm docile, henpecked, and well-trained
Avoiding your frown
I put the lid down:
Domestic, behaved, and constrained
In the dark I go to the commode
It's pitch black in our humble abode
I'll tell you again
I'm not falling in
One more time, or I call a police code.
At three years I know, should I dare
To note mess in the kitchen, it's fare
But before you recoil
And start a fight, royal
Trust that I believe in laissez-faire.
At three years I know, should I dare
To note mess in the kitchen, it's fare
To ensure a fight, royal
But trust me, I'm loyal.
Disorder's your own savoir faire.
What could we say for year three?
Not the first, or the fifth---certainly,
Not a milestone of note
But still, we're afloat
On a calm sea of matrimony.
What could we say for year three?
Not the first, or the fifth---certainly,
I'll suggest we don't pout
Some folks don't weather out
Three years without some referee.
Are you ready to take it to four?
If we're lucky, we'll have many more.
The question I see,
Will you put up with me
One more year knowing "Je t’adore"?
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