In a decade’s dance, we find our rhyme, Justine, love's weaving through time. Two little stars, Harriet and Martha's light, Our laughter echoes in the night. Two cats, Spot and Pickle, whiskered dreams, In cozy corners where affection streams. We've chattered, disagreed, in playful debate, But love's enduring, our hearts innate. Through life’s sweet chaos, hand in hand, We embrace the journey, a gentle strand. Ten years in, yet evermore, Our bond, a melody on time’s shore.