In the quiet corners of a tender night,
Their whispers weave the fabric of dreams,
Guiding us through shadows and light,
With a love that endlessly redeems.

Their hands, weathered by time’s gentle flow,
Hold the stories of struggles and grace,
In every embrace, their warmth they bestow,
A sanctuary, a timeless space.

Through life’s storms, they stand as a beacon,
Their strength a pillar, unwavering and true,
In their eyes, a universe unspoken,
A love that forever renews.

Silent guardians, watching our flight,
Their love a constant, a guiding star,
In their arms, the world feels right,
Bound to them, no matter how far.