In the quiet cradle of the evening light,
I pen my heart upon this page,
A tapestry of whispers, soft and bright,
Each word a brushstroke, tender, sage.

You are the dawn that spills through shadowed night,
A symphony of warmth wrapped in your gaze,
With you, every moment feels just right,
A dance of souls in a wondrous maze.

Your laughter is the echo of the stars,
A chorus that shatters the silence of space,
And though...