In the glow of eighty candles bright, Your wisdom weaves through starry night, A bond unfurls, both strong and rare, You are the compass I find there. From whispered tales of yesteryear, To laughter's notes that conquer fear, In your embrace, strength's endless tide, And in your eyes, my haven's guide. Through seasons spun with joy and care, In you, I find a love to wear, My heart alights with gratitude, For you, my person, life's prelude. Happy 80th, dear soul so true, In you I've found my skies of blue.