In the tapestry of dreams, my adyan weaves, A future husband waits with quiet grace, Adoring, kind-hearted, a soul to believe, In love's gentle touch, an eternal embrace. Yet in shadows whispers a crime life's dance, Where Bonnie and Clyde once roamed the night, Their passion fierce, like a fleeting romance, Challenging fate with rebellious might. An old man smiles, tender in his wisdom, His heart bears witness to time's gentle pace, "Happy Birthday," he whispers with a vision, Reminding us of love's sacred space. For even with a bad attitude at times, Together we stand against life's rough weather, Bound by the rhythm of love's timeless rhymes, Always, forever, we are tethered.