In the quiet of the eveningâs glow,
Her laughter dances, soft and low.
A gentle breeze that stirs the heart,
In her eyes, the worldâs fine art.
Her voice, a melody, sweet and pure,
A soothing balm, a perfect cure.
With every word, she paints the sky,
In her presence, time flies by.
Her hands, a warmth, a tender grace,
In her embrace, I find my place.
A love that’s whispered, felt, not spoken,
A bond unyielding, never broken.
Under stars, in nights so clear,
Her essence lingers, always near.
A muse, a dream, a gentle guide,
Forever cherished by my side.