I sit alone with pencil in hand,
Staring at her photo, trying to understand,
Her smile, her eyes, her every feature,
I sketch and erase, and then try to capture.

Each stroke of the pencil, a gesture of love,
As I draw her face, my heart fills up,
With every line, I feel her close,
My love for her, forever it grows.

Sometimes I get lost, staring at her image,
Feeling shy and unsure, like I'm on a pilgrimage,
But then I remember, why I'm doing this,
To show her my love, in a sketch that's bliss.

The special is coming, and I want to give,
A gift of my love, something that will live,
Forever in...