In the garden of her laughter, where childhood blooms, I wandered paths that led to secret rooms. Her shadow danced with mine beneath the trees, Sweet echoes of our youth caught in the breeze. Now, to you, I pass this gentle grace, The years that age with such a tender pace. May time become a tapestry of gold, As you grow by her side, both young and old. For in her smile lies a timeless song, A melody of joy that keeps hearts strong. I hope you find, as I once did, A lifetime in each moment hid.