Eight years entwined, Paul, my guiding star, Through broken dreams and pieces we've come far. Your hands, both firm and gentle, mend each day, In laughter's echo, pains just fade away. You are my ache, my joy, a paradox bright, In every crash, you wield the tools of light. How did we journey through this stormy sea? With love's craftsmanship and shared recipe. Together, dear, we've built this life anew, Through shattered sighs, and skies of polished blue.