A month has passed, and yet again-
Now looking back at how I've been.
Embraced by fate, as we unfold-
The love we share, the life we hold.

We've had our ups, as well as downs-
And had some smiles, but mostly frowns.
Despite these things - got in the way-
Our love survived until today.

Can't help but wonder what to do-
What sort of gift, I may give you.
For in these years, I gave them all-
Material things, big and small.

Alone, I think, what kind of gift-
To signify as well uplift.
Today and feelings - show I care-
More of your love, I may ensnare.

It's understood, begin a date-
And guarantee I won't be late.
Treat you a queen, and do it well-
Make today, a story to tell.

With plans in hand, best of my wit-
The perfect gift, won't seem to fit.
Ideas flushed out of my mind-
In every search, nothing to find.

So here I am, almost empty-
Nothing to give - then it strikes me.
Something only I can provide-
Where happiness and love collide.

Just focus on a perfect day-
In all that happens, have your way.
Must keep it up, that's understood-
And treat you like the way I should.

The other gifts - I mention such-
The ones you see as well as touch.
I realize as well as yearn-
Each other - more of us, we learn.

This day we have may end so fast-
But more will come and all shall last.
I'm glad our days work out so fine-
And celebrate months at a time.