In the quiet morning light he stands,His dreams woven with tender hands.A fortress built of love and grace,His soul a warm and gentle place.Through life’s winding, rocky roads,He carries love, a heavy load.With patience deep as oceans wide,He walks with me, side by side.In whispered words and silent touch,His presence means so very much.A beacon bright in darkest night,His love a constant, guiding light.A husband’s heart, a steadfast shore,A love that grows forevermore.With every day, in every way,His gentle strength is here to stay.