In the garden of memories, they bloom like roses,
With stories intertwined in the roots of time,
Their laughter, a melody that softly closes,
The gaps of silence in life’s fleeting rhyme.

Gentle hands that nurture dreams to grow,
Eyes that sparkle with wisdom’s light,
Their presence, a beacon, guiding through the glow,
Of love that shines in the darkest night.

Silent whispers of the past they share,
Tales of courage, of joy, and of strife,
In their embrace, we find a world so rare,
A testament to the beauty of life.

As time weaves its intricate pattern unseen,
Their legacy lives in hearts they have touched,
For in the realm of love, they are the queen,
The kings of kindness, cherished so much.