Here is to loving, to romance, to us.
May we travel together through time.
We alone count as none, but together we're one,
For our partnership puts love to rhyme.
Here's to you both-
a beautiful pair,
on the birthday
of your love affair.
Let anniversaries come and let anniversaries go-but may your happiness continue on forever.
Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.
May the warmth of our affections survive the frosts of age.
To your coming anniversaries-may they be outnumbered only by your coming pleasures.
We've holidays and holy days, and memory days galore;
And when we've toasted every one, I offer just one more.
So let us lift our glasses high, and drink a silent toast-
The day, deep buried in each heart, that each one loves the most.
With fifty years between you
and your well-kept wedding vow.
The Golden Age, old friends of mine,
is not a fable now.
-The Golden Wedding at Longwood by
John Greenleaf Whittier