You made me toast in the morning
One day, before an exam.
Even though I was up at stupid o’clock
You were there with a plate, and some jam.

You made me soup one cold afternoon
As I sneezed and spluttered in bed.
You brought me some tissues and plenty of “bless you’s”
And stayed with me until I slept.

You made me late for work just last week
With a mischievous glint in your eye.
When I finally got in, had to smother my grin
And hope that my clothes weren't awry.

You made me your wife one clear autumn day
Yours, to have and to hold.
I took you as mine, my one valentine
To cherish until we grow old.

You make me happy each day that goes by
With the little things that you do.
A touch on my cheek, your smile when we speak
Reminds me it’s always been you.