In the garden of years, where our hearts have sown, Twenty-six seasons of love have silently grown. Oh, Richard, my dear, like a steadfast flame, Your presence ignites dreams I never dared name. Through time's gentle weave, our threads interlace, In the tapestry of life, your love is my grace. Without you, I'd wander, adrift in the night, But with you, my compass, each star shines so bright. This past year, oh, what wonders you've brought, In your steadfast support, my solace is sought. To you, my greatest thanks, beyond measure or word, For the symphony of love only our hearts have heard.