In twilight's gentle amber glow, Where time's vast river softly flows, My love for you, a treasure grown, In gardens we have sown and known. Seventeen years, a compass true, Navigating skies of blue, Three stars light up our nightly sea, A constellation, you, and me. Now forty candles' warm embrace, Adorn the cake, a moonlit grace, You've aged like wine, a rare delight, Our journey sweet, our future bright. In moments brief, yet deeply spun, You're not just husband—you're the sun, A beacon through our merry days, A soul entwined in loving ways. So here's to years yet unconfined, To love that deepens, rare, refined, With every day, a song we sing, Happy fortieth, my everything.