Happy one-year anniversary to the man who changed everything. A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined how deeply two souls could fit together until I met you. From those first late-night talks that stretched until sunrise, to our road trips through deserts and coastlines, to the quiet mornings where life feels simple and right—you’ve shown me what it means to be loved without condition. You’ve turned ordinary days into something sacred and made every mile, every challenge, every laugh worth it. You are my home, my peace, my best friend, and my greatest adventure. I love you more today than I did the first day, and somehow, I know that tomorrow, I’ll love you even more.
Love in a Car, Love from Afar
I met a man, yes, yes I did,
Online, of course—how modern, kid!
We talked all night, till stars went dim,
And I told the truth, and so did him.
We shared our hearts, we shared our fears,
We laughed so loud, we wiped old tears.
The kind of things that make men flee,
He just said, “Stay. You’re safe with me.”
Would I love him in a chat?
Would I love him after that?
Would I love him on a call?
Would I love him most of all?
Yes I would, and yes I do,
He told the truth, and I did too.
So off I went, from Abilene,
To Austin’s roads of wide and green.
I picked him up—oh, what a sight!
We drove to Dallas through the night.
We shopped, we laughed, we screamed with flair,
At Six Flags rides and midnight air.
Would I love him on a ride?
Would I love him side by side?
Would I love him in a store?
Would I love him even more?
Yes I would, and yes I do,
For love like that, what else is true?
We drove for days, from sun to sand,
The Grand Canyon’s edge, hand in hand.
Las Vegas lights, a lover’s glow,
Through California’s sunsets slow.
The redwoods watched, the ocean sighed,
We never once grew tired inside.
Would I love him in the trees?
Would I love him by the seas?
Would I love him near the sand?
Would I love him holding hands?
Yes I would, and yes I can,
He is my heart, he is my man.
We drove past cliffs, through fog and mist,
And sealed our love with every kiss.
Then came the feast of turkey’s day,
His family smiled, they said, “He’ll stay.”
From that first meal to Chicago snow,
Our story bloomed, our hearts did grow.
Would I love him in the cold?
Would I love him growing old?
Would I love him through the fight?
Would I love him every night?
Yes I would, and yes I do,
Every word he says rings true.
He moved with me to Abilene,
Where skies are wide and hearts are keen.
A town quite dull, a bit of grime,
But love can bloom in any time.
We built a life, both soft and real,
The kind that aches, the kind that heals.
Would I love him when it’s tough?
Would I love him through the rough?
Would I love him when it rains?
Would I love him through the pains?
Yes I would, for he’s the one,
The storm, the calm, the rising sun.
And one fine day, with sweetest tone,
He asked me if I’d call him home.
He knelt, he smiled, he held my hand,
And all I did was try to stand.
My heart, it jumped, my eyes, they cried,
“Yes,” I whispered, “I’ll be your ride or die.”
Would I love him with a ring?
Would I love him through each spring?
Would I love him when I’m gray?
Would I love him anyway?
Yes I would, and yes I will,
For love like ours can’t be held still.
It grows, it hums, it softly glows,
It’s thorn and bloom, as love well knows.
One year gone by, or was it two?
Time melts when all you see is “you.”
We know the scars, we’ve shared the pain,
And still, each dawn, we start again.
Would I love him more today?
Would I love him come what may?
Would I love him night or noon?
Would I love him past the moon?
Yes, my dear, a thousand times,
Across the earth, through all the climbs.
For he’s my reason, clear and true,
My fight, my calm, my whole world too.
And if you ask what love can be,
Just look at him, then look at me.
For even Lady Whistledown
Would drop her quill and set her crown.
She’d blush, she’d swoon, she’d surely say,
“This love deserves its own ballet.”
For in this world, both wild and wide,
I found my home right by his side.
Would I love him here or there?
Would I love him everywhere?
Yes, dear reader, that’s my cue,
I love him always.
And he loves me too.