February ice and ringing drops of thaw

Are woven by fate into a single thread.

September opened up life's brand new door,

A dawn of heartfelt love was softly spread.

Seventeen years, a bouquet so divine,

Sixteen red roses guard your warmth and trust.

And one white bloom through all the passing time

Gives you pure truth with every rising sun.

The rings are shining brighter, petals gently fly,

Your souls are burning hotter, defying reasons why.

Hand in hand, like it was on that first day,

In the glow of each other's eyes you'll stay.

Seventeen years, a bouquet so divine,

Sixteen red roses guard your warmth and trust.

And one white bloom through all the passing time

Gives you pure truth with every rising sun.

May your home breathe with coziness and tea,