In the quiet moments of dawn,
Her laughter paints the morning light,
A gentle breeze that softly dances,
Bringing warmth to the coldest night.
Her eyes, a mirror of the stars,
Guide me through the darkest seas,
With a touch as tender as whispers,
She mends the world with gentle ease.
In her embrace, time stands still,
A sanctuary where dreams unfold,
Her love, a tapestry of golden threads,
Woven through the stories untold.
Together we walk the paths of life,
Hand in hand, through storm and sun,
In her presence, I find my strength,
For she is the moon, my battles won.