Beneath the twilight’s gentle glow,
A kindred soul begins to show.
With whispers soft and footsteps light,
They journey through the endless night.
Their eyes, a mirror to the heart,
Reflecting worlds, a work of art.
In every smile and tender touch,
They give the world so very much.
Through storms and calm, they steady stay,
A beacon in the darkest day.
Their spirit, strong and ever bright,
Illuminates the coldest night.
And though the road is long and wide,
With faith and love, they gently guide.
A person true, with heart and soul,
They make the broken pieces whole.