In the garden of time, we plant our dreams,
With every year, the roots dig deep,
Through seasons of sun and moonlit beams,
Our love, a promise we gently keep.

Wrinkles trace the laughter and tears,
Each line a memory, a story told,
Hand in hand, we conquer our fears,
In warmth and comfort, we grow bold.

The winds of age may whisper slight,
Yet in your eyes, the spark remains,
Together we dance in the fading light,
Embracing the joy that love sustains.

As twilight paints the sky with grace,
Our hearts beat in a rhythmic song,
In your arms, I find my place,
Growing old together, where we belong.