In the garden of time, where sunshine softly spills, Francis turns thirty-eight, as all around him thrills. The golden rays of birthday light, dance upon his face, While in his heart, love finds a sacred, timeless space. If loving you were a crime, my chains I'd proudly wear, For in those bounds, with you, there's nothing to beware. My beloved Lydia, beneath the moon's gentle glow, Each moment spent with you, eternity bestows. In life's everlasting dawn, where time's gentle current flows, My heart hums a melody that only true love knows. With love's quiet whisper drawn across the span of years, I offer you my soul, through joy and sacred tears.