In five swift months, their hearts have known, A love that's bloomed and brightly grown. Sheree and John, their spirits blend, A dance begun with no clear end. In laughter shared and whispered dreams, They've woven hope between the seams. The calendar may count the days, But love, like theirs, finds endless ways. May time mark more than days and nights, But moments filled with new delights. In five months past and years to come, May Sheree and John always be one.