But I console myself with this small fact,
you admired someone other too.
You asked my flatmate on a date,
but she rejected you.

So two rejected souls, we were,
at another party, another night.
How did we end up at your house,
chatting into the night?

I was the naive country virgin,
and you the bad boy stereotype,
But from that day, that night,
our relationship had hype.

Within six months, engaged,
ten months, a baby on the way.
Two years (things slowed down!),
we celebrated our wedding day.

So I guess it makes no matter,
that the day we met we were so blind,
we both looked to another,
had another on our mind.

'Twas not love at first sight, no,
but it didn't matter in the end.
You've made me unbelieveably happy,
a mother, lover, wife and friend.