just write: for my parents, on their twentieth anniversary.

one day we’ll meet by chance, 
when a mistake turns out to be fate.
we’ll start building a future together
amidst unexpected baby gates.

we’ll have two kids who won’t end up
anything like we expect.
it will be perfect, because I have you
no matter what comes next.

we’ll move around to here and there
before we end up by the sea. 
and it will scare you more than once, 
but it will be perfect, because you have me. 

there will be days when we wonder
how we’ll ever make it last.
and twenty years later we’ll wonder 
how it all went by so fast. 

it will be perfect, because I have you
no matter what’s in store. 
and I will look at you and say

“let’s do twenty more.”