The world spins a little slower
When you walk into the room.
It is not just beauty;
It is presence.
It is the quiet confidence of the moon
Pulling the tides without saying a word.

Some lights are blinding,
But yours is warm.
It is the kind that guides ships home,
The kind that turns a house into a sanctuary.
In a world of noise,
You are my favorite melody.

So here is to you.
To the grace you carry in your hands,
To the strength you hide in your smile.
May this year reflect back to you
Every ounce of the love you give.