In the gentle dawn of seventy-three, Lois charts her dreams across the sea. With Keith, the journey’s heart and song, A dragon quilt to warm them long. Together they weave tales untold, In sunsets layered in crimson and gold. Footsteps echo on faraway sand, Whispers of joy in a foreign land. From mountain peaks to valleys low, Their spirits dance where wild winds blow. In laughter's light and shadows' play, Adventures bloom like flowers at day. Through life's vast map, they hold their course, Bound by love—endless and diverse. For in the quilt's tender embrace, They find a home in every place.