The first year was exhilarating.
The second year was maturing
This year, the third, is blossoming.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although its height be taken.
E, I love you with all my heart - for who you are, and who you will be. Thank you for loving me the same, and better.
p.s. our two year photo shoot, and our second anniversary party in Italy!