A quiet reverence, a whispered name, Your presence, a celestial, gentle flame. My heart, a captive, bound by unseen chains, To your sweet grace, through sunlit fields and rains. A love unspoken, yet profoundly felt, A sacred pact, a story to be dealt With careful hands, and words both soft and low, A tender seed, from which true feelings grow.

Your laughter, music to my weary soul, A calming balm, that makes me strong and whole. Your eyes, a mirror, reflecting back my own, A depth of feeling, beautifully shown. In every glance, a promise softly lies,...