In the gentle murmur of the streams,
I find his laughter echoing sweet,
Carried by the winds in silent dreams,
A melody where hearts and skies meet.

Through the rustling leaves, his voice I hear,
Soft, like the moonlight on a quiet night,
Each word a promise, drawing him near,
Binding stars in an endless flight.

The dawn brings whispers of his embrace,
Sunlight weaving love into my soul,
In every shadow, traces of his grace,
Making my weary spirit whole.

Though miles apart, our hearts entwined,
A love that defies the bounds of time,
In the depths of my heart, he is defined,
A perfect rhyme, a gentle chime.