In dawn's embrace, I softly tread, Where love's own garden gently spread, Her hands, like vines, around me twine, In every hug, her heart aligns. Through tender years, her eyes bestowed, A light that guided, always glowed. In whispered songs, the world she'd weave, In her care, the roots I leave. I grew beneath her gentle sun, Her strength in me, our spirits one. Now as I reach toward horizons wide, Her love, my compass, my eternal guide.