In the garden where whispered dreams ignite, We wander together beneath the moon's light, Equally yoked, our souls intertwine, A tapestry woven, a love so divine. Martin, we journeyed paths untrod, Led by the compass of hearts abroad, You aren't my first love, nor my past, But I'm grateful, my dear, you are my last. In the quiet moments when stars softly gleam, Our tomorrows are painted in love's gentle stream, Hand in hand, as time softly drifts by, Together we'll rise, together we'll fly.