Should I call myself fortuitous,
to find you out of billions.
Or is my planetary position propitious,
which makes me feel like a million ($$$).
Gleeful moments we had together,
saccharine seven years.
Nothing could make our relation flimsy,
however, we had our time of tears.
Quixotic going my life on,
your's was bland and prosaic.
Valentine's day I betrothed to you,
may god wished to see a live mosaic.
This is not a trite remark me making,
but as being socially compulsory.
I wish you, you wish me together, forever,
A very very Happy Anniversary.
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