In the gentle cradle of passing years,
We find our laughter woven with tears.
A tapestry of moments, bright and bold,
In the story of us, as we grow old.

Hand in hand, through seasons unfurled,
We walk the path, our own little world.
Whispers of yesterday echo and bind,
In the dance of life, our hearts intertwined.

Silver threads grace our crowns with light,
Yet your eyes still hold the stars at night.
In every wrinkle, a tale to be told,
A journey of love, as we grow old.

With each sunrise, a promise anew,
To cherish the days, both many and few.
In the twilight’s glow, forever behold,
The beauty of us, together, growing old.