In ten years' dance beneath a silver moon, Husband rich in laughter, not in gold, Together through the seasons, sweetly strewn, Our tale, in whispered starlight, has been told. We wandered Cornwall's shores, with dreams alight, Scarborough's whispers mingling with the sea, In friendly circles, painted joyous night, A bond unshaken, wild and ever free. The Blue Mugge's warmth, as curry scents arise, Great stories woven deep in ale's embrace, Where Manchester United's echoes fly, And friends, like timeless stars, rekindle grace. To ten more years, with love our guiding hand, On holiday spent in laughter, golden sand.