In the wistful whisper of autumn's sigh,
You're my spring, my eternal reply.
Breath to lungs, soul to form,
Heart to this vessel, once forlorn.

In a world ablaze with hatred's might,
You're the beacon, my guiding light.
Pure as gold, precious gem in time,
In your embrace, love's sublime.

You're my habit, my sweet refrain,
Without you, all's but in vain.
In the tapestry of love, you're my thread,
Forever entwined, where dreams are led.

Oh, my dear bunny, beloved...