Six years - hand in hand, heart to heart.
Six years of laughter and tears.
Six years of fear of drifting apart.
Six years, it has been six years...

Of happiness, heartache. Who is to judge?
It’s our story and it’s our journey.
Your smile, my lips on your lips, and your touch,
Your face next to mine in the morning.

We’ve broken the rules and cursed at the skies,
We’ve promised and couldn’t deliver.
We tested the limits and challenged our prides
But six years past I am still a believer

That love can be cruel but it is still love
With hope, disappointment, struggle... you name it.
It breaks us in pieces and forces to laugh
At our actions. We have it to blame it.

Love makes us strong, love makes us weak.
It falls anywhere between strength and weakness.
Then leaves us alone to digest for a week
A taste of sweet bitterness or bitter sweetness.

But in the end, when we look back
We realize it was all worth it.
Facing each other - hand in hand, heart to heart
We’re drinking a mixture of honey with poison.
Let’s all drink to years of love... Bottoms up!


March 2, 2002
Calgary