In a sky full of insecurities, where doubts abound,
You appeared like a beacon, with a love so profound,
With tender hands, you painted bright stars around my scars, igniting a celestial light.
In the darkness that veiled my weary heart,
You emerged as a beacon, a work of art.
Your tender hands, like brushes, took their place.
painting constellations with delicate grace.

You cleaned away the concerns that had taken their toll on my soul, like an ocean of love.
Like a gentle rain cleansing my soul's...