In the silence of the moonlit night,
Her love is a gentle whisper,
A lullaby that cradles dreams,
A promise of peace, ever tender.

Through storms and sunlit days,
Her strength is a beacon bright,
Guiding each step we take,
With her unwavering light.

In her arms, the world feels small,
Her embrace, a fortress strong,
The solace in her gentle call,
Where every heartache belongs.

For in her love, we’ve found our home,
A sanctuary safe and warm,
A testament to love’s endless roam,
A bond that weathers every storm.