It started with a red scarf,
Or so I’ve been told.
A confident young punker,
Sarcastic and bold.

I went to buy strings,
For the Schecter I’ve since hung on the wall,
You were fancy and handsome,
Puka shell necklace an all.

From there it was burritos,
Climbing and beers,
Complaining about our now x’s,
Talking futures and fears.

Then there was a pub crawl,
Marmac, some cats, and wine.
Tears of joy and sadness,
Seemed we were progressing just fine.

The rental turned to mortgage,
And a beautiful wedding in the yard,
Tours around Europe,
A yearly nerdy Valentine’s day card.

This year I’ll leave out The Doctor,
BSG, Data and Vader.
But I guess I actually didn’t,
We can talk about that later.

The scarf is in a drawer now,
The guitar is on a hook.
And I wake up next to you every day,
And that’s a win in my book.