I wake up each day – To the lilt of your laughter, to your glints of mischief, to meticulously yank at your hair,
To plot with you, to party with you, to have your back even when the world doesn’t care,
For, side by side or miles apart, you are who
It is you that stands by me in sickness, in health, in misery, in pain,
In joy, in success, in every happiness of mine,
I hear my name in your every prayer, I see myself in the arch of your eyebrows –
YOU make my world go round, it is to you that I’d raise my every toast!