Your birthday was the day we first were us, And so for me it is a day twice blessed. I celebrate my having you twice over: First, that you are you, then that you're mine. I never felt a love so free and fine, So much of me that I am but a lover, So rich and full to crowd out all the rest, The me I was before I turned to us.
I am so joyful to be part of us, To be at home with you and not a guest, To celebrate this day and not another, To share with you a common boundary line.
