What a year it's been
All the mess you've seen
All the tiresome toiling hours
All the times you felt devoured
What a year of dread
Of being in over your head
A raging river, not a stream
Losing grasp of the serene
But tunnels end in light
And you stand in it tonight
Not on your feet but on your face
So we're slowing down the pace
To where we both can see
Our iris patterns as they gleam
In the warm beach sun with colours bright
We take in every welcome sight
But one sight cannot compare
Those long days and nights we'll share
Just to enjoy this love so true
Each precious moment I'm with you
There's one more thing to say
Although it's all relief today
You must be proud of all you've done
You fought the year, and won!
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