To Ann, my friend, on this fine Valentine, We've danced through the seasons, crossed paths so divine. From mistletoe laughter to eggs rolling free, Each holiday shared casts its spell upon me. The grape's gentle whisper, in glasses we've known, Revealing life's sweetness we've carefully sown. In shadows and sunlight, sorrows and joys, Our hearts beat in rhythm, no doubts, no decoys. With memories cherished and dreams held so near, One day we'll wander where cheeses appear. A testament woven of flavors untold— Dear Ann, here's to friendship that never grows old.