In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Lies the warmth of stories untold,
Whispered by voices gentle as bloom,
In a world where love never grows old.

Their laughter dances with the breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten dreams,
With every word, a heart finds ease,
In the river of life, they are the streams.

Hands that have weathered storms and sun,
Hold wisdom like ancient, treasured keys,
Guiding us softly, till the day is done,
In their presence, every soul finds peace.

Time, the painter of their graceful lines,
Etches beauty on faces aged with grace,
In their eyes, a universe shines,
A legacy of love in every embrace.