In the quiet fields where shadows play,
Her gentle voice would softly say,
The stories woven through the air,
A tapestry of love and care.
Her hands, a map of time’s embrace,
Guiding him with tender grace,
Through furrowed earth and whispering breeze,
The lessons learned beneath the trees.
Her eyes, a mirror of the past,
Reflecting moments meant to last,
A bond unbroken, deep and true,
In every glance, a world anew.
She, the anchor in life’s storm,
Her spirit keeping him warm,
In his words, her essence flows,
A timeless love that ever grows.