I pledge my love this year once more,
Add to the fifty six before.
The word of love that means so much,
The fifty six just seemed a touch.
A love that's hard to qualify,
Your actions like a butterfly.
And to my friends, I'm in your debt,
The gift, of the butterfly net.
But over all, its still a ball,
Each winter, summer and each fall.
And whatever the future store?
My love for you, can hold no more.