At fifty-two, today she stands, Time’s gentle touch upon her hands. In her eyes, the kindness gleams, In her heart, unspoken dreams. Oh, how lucky am I to share This life with her, beyond compare. Her laughter, a melody in my soul, Her presence, the light to make me whole. As we turn to this coming year, May each day be bright, and every fear Melt away like morning dew, With love’s promise ever true. Together, let’s make this year the best, With love's rhythm and joy's behest. For in her arms, I've found my place, In her love, I've saved my grace.