In the quiet glow of hospital halls, Where whispers of hope and healing call, Elizabeth moved with grace and light, A guardian angel in white, day and night. At thirty-nine, her heart a gentle flame, Held steadfastly by love's sweet name. For years she's waited, tender and true, Her heartstrings tied to Rob anew. Through silken days and shadowed years, Her heart harbored dreams, lulled by fears. Yet patience, her ally in love’s tender art, Kept alive the song that thrummed in her heart. And now the horizon softly blooms, With love’s embrace that gently looms, Elizabeth, gorgeous and devoted abide, In love's gentle arms, reaching out wide.