15th Anniversary

Coming up next week.

As bitter winter yields to stormy spring
and sunshine peeks between the thunder-showers
I turn to you in hope of everything.

For fifteen years, the rock to which I cling
has sheltered with its bulk the early flowers
as bitter winter yields to stormy spring.

Yes, life's not perfect, disappointment stings.
Regrets are something hungry Time devours.
I turn to you in hope of everything.

For fifteen years, the flame unguttering
has warmed the nights and lit the dreary hours
as bitter winter yields to stormy spring.

Who knows what change the coming years may bring?
But hand in hand, we'll drink both sweet and sour.
I turn to you in hope of everything.

I'd do it over and not change a thing.
The past is past, the future is still ours.
As bitter winter yields to stormy spring,
I turn to you in hope of everything.