In the realm of verse, where dreams take flight,
Your poetry shines with pure delight.
Each stanza woven, like threads of gold,
In the tapestry of tales untold.

With every word, a universe is born,
A symphony of thoughts, in the early morn.
Your pen, a wand, weaving magic spells,
In the alchemy of ink, where wonders dwell.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Your poetry soars, reaching for...