Amid the blooms your hand finds mine, A bond eternal, pure and divine. Through gentle days and trials deep Our vows are roots that never sleep.
Like butterflies in morning air, Our love takes flight beyond despair, No fleeting time, nor passing year, Can dim the truth that keeps us near.
Your Voice a calm that soothes my way It turns the night to brighter day, Through storms that bend the fragile tree, Your strength remains a shield for me.
In every leaf, in skies above, The World is painted with our love, And as the seasons come and go Our Garden blooms, its light will grow
