05/04/2026
In layers of white, so soft, so pure,
A story of love begins to endure.
Petals of crimson gently fall,
Like whispered promises meant for all.
Hands that crafted, hearts that dreamed,
In every detail, love is seen.
A cake, yes! but so much more,
A symbol of what lies in store.
For in this sweetness, quiet and deep,
Are vows to cherish, to hold, to keep.
And as the candles one day glow,
May this love only continue to grow.
