She never asked, she never knew,

A gift was given, soft as dew.

No name was signed, no sender told,

Just love in layers, white and gold.

A whisper came, a quiet plea,

"Bless her day, but not through me."

A friend unseen, a heart so wide,

A love that wished to stand aside.

We took the name, we made the call,

A tasting planned, a time for all.

She stepped inside, her eyes unsure,

Yet left with dreams of something pure.

Flavours danced upon her tongue,

Memories made, a song unsung.

She chose with care, she spoke with grace,

Not knowing love had set this place.

And so we worked with steady hands,

A sage green dream at love’s command.

Soft white swirls, a touch of gold,

A story sweet and yet untold.

The wedding bells, the moments bright,

The cake stood tall in perfect light.

She laughed, she danced, her heart was free,

Still unaware of mystery.

And even now, she does not know,

Who sent the gift, who made love grow.

A silent promise, softly spun—

Not all love asks to be known.

We know this well,

Some stories wait, some hearts won’t tell.

But kindness whispers, love will stay,

Long after cake is cleared away.