To a woman so bright, on the brightest day,
With a beautiful heart, that shows the way,
With a voice that can build the stairway.
To a guy who’s brightest day seemed to dim,
Whose heart was following the rim,
Whose voice longed for the way.
To a couple so pure, on the darkest of days,
Whose hearts guided each other to the way,
Whose voices latched the final door
On the final trek through the endeavor