Who whispered first, beneath the sky,
And wove his shadow into mine?
The spark was born in a fleeting glance,
A silent pact, a daring chance.

What called his steps to meet my own,
When storms raged fierce and seeds were sown?
Not fate alone, but hearts that knew,
We’d face the storms and see them through.

Love is forged where resilience meets fire.

What gave us strength when trials arose,
And turned our wounds to blooming prose?
Each tear, a thread, each fight, a guide,
Binding us closer, side by side.

When doubt crept in, we stood our ground,
In every loss, a victory found.
We learned to hear each...