In shadows cast by my own fleeting light, I've stumbled where intentions once took flight. A heart that's worn, but hopes to mend its thread, For you, and those we cradle, hold, and wed. I know I've faltered, dreams have hit the floor, Yet still you stand, my compass to the shore. Your patience, like the moon's eternal glow, Illuminates the paths I'm yet to know. Though wistful winds may sway my fragile grace, Your steadfast gaze remains my saving place. In every gentle word, an anchor's hold, A love that guides me, fierce and true, yet gold. Thank you—for the push when steps are slow, For seeing warmth where only shadows grow. In your embrace, I find a softer view, To strive, to rise, my love, is all for you.