In Grade Eight they met — just a smile, just a glance, Who knew it would bloom into lifelong romance? Dev and Yanks — so young, yet so true, Two hearts that just whispered, “It’s always been you.” He was Headboy, all noble and neat, She was a Prefect — determined and sweet. Their first kiss? Oh, classic — a story to tell! Mall-crawling, a cinema, and “Oops — forgot my wallet as well!” They call each other Thundi — and people all stare, “Is that your nickname? What’s happening there?” But Thundi means love in Zulu, you see, A word that’s their language of sweet harmony. From CrossFit and workouts to laughter at dawn, They lift and they love as the days roll on. They’ve moved in together, their rhythm just right, With Illy their fur baby snuggled at night. Dev taught Yanks rock music, gaming, and lore, Harry Potter marathons — magic galore! While Yanks showed Dev fashion and TV delight, And Portuguese phrases that sound just right — “Meu amor,” she smiles, “that means my love, see?” He grins and repeats it — “Meu amor, that’s me!” The Midlands still sparkle, their hearts’ favourite place, Their first trip together, now vows to embrace. Full circle they’ve come, through the years hand in hand, With a love that’s unshakable, joyful, and grand. At Haycroft they'll promise, beneath skies so blue, To love one another their whole lives through. Together in the forest, both friends & family too, Hand in hand, they'll whisper - "Forever, I do".