Forty-seven years, love's gentle song, In Asbury Park, where memories belong. New Jersey winds whisper through the trees, As I hold you close, with a heart at ease. Down the boardwalk's timeless stretch, We wander slow, under twilight's sketch. In our favorite spot, the laughter unfolds, Amidst the stories our hearts have told. Clothes scattered from youthful days, Each piece a thread in our woven ways. You, my constant, in the changing tide, With every year, still by my side. Chinese food shared as the ocean hums, Warm lanterns glow, while our fortune comes. Together, my love, in this sweet embrace, Forty-seven years, a love you can trace.