In the garden where first love had bloomed, Two hearts beat in a gentle tune, May's sun casts whispers, sweetly spun, A year's journey beneath its golden spoon. Memories echo in tender hue, A dance of days both old and new, On this May 28th, we celebrate, A love that's grown, a love that's true. Hand in hand, on time's sweet stage, Each moment penned on love's pure page, One year ago, beneath this sky, Our hearts found home, where dreams reside.