In the cradle of their love, I lay, A tapestry woven with threads of gold, Through gentle nights and sunlit days, Stories of warmth and tender hold. Blessed am I by their steadfast grace, Whispers of guidance like a gentle dove, In their eyes, a warm embrace, The endless wellspring of their love. For each heartbeat they sculpt with care, I am thankful beyond words could reveal, In every moment tender and fair, Their love is the light, the balm, the seal.