In hues of Yiddish, soft and warm, A whispered tale begins to form. To my dear friend, this verse belongs, Echoing our shared, sweet songs. In laughter's glow, we often stand, Two souls in joy and moments grand. Through seasons’ shifts and time’s embrace, Together, we carved out our space. We wandered paths of hopes untold, Shared secrets, dreams, let stories unfold. In your eyes, reflection of skies: Boundless, true, free from goodbyes. Here's to the days of friendship's art, In Yiddish verse, from heart to heart. May memories bloom, never to fade, In the garden of joy that we made.