In autumn's heart, where whispers dance, Lies the day of love's entrance, For Pearl, sweet muse, born from the skies, Reflects the stars in her gentle eyes. November's chill may grace the air, Yet warmth blooms where her spirit's fair, A beacon bright, my constant guide, Beside her, the world is magnified. Through seasons soft and storms endured, Our love remains ever assured, To Pearl, my heart, my timeless song, In her embrace, I belong. So on this day, your birth we cheer, With love that grows, year by year, My Pearl, you are, in every way, More cherished with each passing day.