"You will never have to worry about 'that'" "Come let me feed you" "You are my rock" "For better or for worse"
Time has a way of testing every promise. Eventually it reveals what words concealed.
They say love reaches a crossing— Where illusion falls away, And we stand naked, true as we are. If love survives that moment, It begins again, more honest than before.
Look at what we’ve made— Not just the fractures, but the life between. Time has not been gentle with us, And whatever shape tomorrow takes, One truth remains untouched:
We created something beautiful.
Our daughter— Our finest work, Our quiet miracle, Proof of the love We forgot was a gift to be cherished.
