In the quiet strength of his gaze,
I find solace on weary days.
His wisdom, like ancient trees,
Whisper secrets in the breeze.

Hands that build and hands that mend,
A guiding force, a lifelong friend.
His laughter, a melody so pure,
A remedy that can always cure.

Through seasons of joy and strife,
He walks with grace, shaping life.
His love, a beacon, ever bright,
A guardian through the darkest night.

In his embrace, I find my place,
A haven wrapped in gentle grace.
Forever grateful for his heart,
A masterpiece of life’s finest art.