Another oldie:

Eight Years On

Who can doubt the wisdom
Of the yes I said that day;
With all the gifts and blessings
That have since come my way?

Your love is so astounding,
So deep, so strong, so free;
Most baffling of all is that
It’s fully aimed at me.

What can I do to reflect back
The good that flows from you?
To show you in my meagre ways
That I still love you too?

I’ll try to find each fine new day
New ways to make you smile;
To lessen each day’s burdens
And share your hopes and trials.

My precious one, you’ll never know
How good you are for me;
I hope that I can be for you
An ever fruitful tree.