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Creatively you worked your arts; you spun a web around my heart where beautifully your deeds have spread. Each intricately woven thread with strands of care you dried my tears your gentleness has dispelled my fears and your wisdom helped me understand and patiently you held my hand; to give me courage to brave the storm with kindness. You have kept me warm through your passion; which lit a glowing fire. A fire that filled my soul with the sweetest desire. You're all that I was dreaming of for the web you spun was made of love. I love you.

Gentle waves peak to storms, ebbing into silvery lakes of glass. We drift across in shimmering sunlight, the shore a mirage just out of reach. We shape our present and our future while the past unrolls behind us in majestic shape and color. Our house on the hill waits to be filled with memories of youth, the footsteps of children, and the creaks of old age. We travel the way side by side, sometimes you lead, sometimes I wait, sometimes we stop to sit. The shining dream does not fade, nor does the reflection of the love in our eyes.