In a world where dreams rarely take flight, There shines a heart, pure and bright, Golden threads weave her love divine, A blessing sent by hands that align. So perfect, honest, and wondrously true, With every moment cherished anew, God whispered dreams, and they wore your face, A symphony of tenderness and grace. To call you mine, a gift beyond compare, A woman so special, so exquisitely rare, In your gaze, the stars find their light, Making a home in your embrace, endless and right. I am luckiest beneath heaven’s wide span, For to be loved by you is Earth’s sweetest plan.