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