In the quiet glow of candlelight, Your laugh echoes through the room, Though this year there's a lonesome space, Where your smile used to bloom. Memories dance in silver frames, Two rings, one heart—a tale retold, Your absence whispers softly here, Yet love remains, pure and bold. In every shadow, I find your grace, A waltz of thoughts when dreams unfold, Though this year's toast may feel bittersweet, Our forever story’s in the gold.