Thirteen years

Today Jim gave me a card with Count Von Count on the front and the following inside:

Thirteen is unlucky,
or so some would say.
All black cats, dark portents,
and grief on the way.

But our thirteen is lucky,
and I'll tell you why,
because you're still my gal,
and I'm still your guy.

My heart had no need to be melted, but this would have done the job. Te amo, chico.