The time slips by so silently, like gentle footsteps in the night. A few more lines upon the face, the hair now turned a lovely white.
My eyes see the silent change but not my heart and mind. They look – the clock turns back – the tape of life unwinds.
My heart and mind bring into view a picture they will always see: a young man so straight and fine who gave his love to me.
Time can make the picture change but my love remains still true. And this is bringing all of it on this special day to you.
Happy Birthday, love! Try for, at least, twenty more.
All my love,
(This was written by my aunt, Thelma Pillen, to her husband, my uncle Harold for this 70th birthday)