Seven years ago,
we both said, “I do.”
And I gave my heart
forever to you.
Seven is lucky,
according to “them”,
and I must admit
this year was a gem.
“Seven times seven”
is how much I care
and I hope it’s not
too much love to bear.
Seven days a week
I awake and pray,
“Thank you for the chance
to love her today.”
Seven more children?
Sure, that would be great.
By why stop there, love.
Why not go for eight?
Seven years flew by
and none were a bore.
I can’t wait to see
what else is in store.
Seven small verses,
I hope make you smile
and give warm fuzzies
that last quite awhile.
