In the glow of twenty-seven years, Mickash, my love, you're bright and dear. Through eight years, hearts have bound, In love's sweet dance, our souls are crowned. Next year we'll see, with joyous heart, A celebration where we won't be apart. Together we'll mark every cherished day, In love's embrace, we find our way. To the future, with hope and grace, Hand in hand, we warmly embrace. Here's to the years that wait in line, In endless love, forever ours to define.