In the garden of shared laughter,
Where hearts speak without words,
A bond blooms in gentle whispers,
Tied with threads of golden chords.
Through storms and sunny days,
We stand, unyielding, side by side,
In silence, or in joyous praise,
Our spirits dance, untied.
Time weaves its gentle tapestry,
Yet our bond remains unbroken,
In every glance, a legacy,
Of words left unspoken.
In the quiet moments of dawn,
A promise echoes through the air,
In friendship’s light, we’re reborn,
A timeless treasure, rare and fair.