In an agency named Poem, fate spun its thread, Where laughter and smiles were cleverly bred. Jordan, with moustache and mullet ablaze, An Aussie delight, with endearing ways. I, a Brit with Archie the cat, Found harmony sweet in our soulful chat. Two years in journey, the world our stage, As love pens its tale in every old page. To records we dance, in music's embrace, Through kitchens and travels, in every place. With each passing year, love's rhythm soars, Toasting to laughter and countless more.