In a world painted gold and green,
Your voice, a soft melody unseen.
Ephemeral as the morning dew,
Every note, a brushstroke of hues.
In this symphony of dreams,
Your laughter, the most radiant beam.
Like whispers of the breeze,
You, the epitome of peace.
Under the cerulean skies so wide,
With you, time itself gently collides.
In each shadow, your silhouette I find,
An everlasting dance, our spirits intertwined.
And when the stars, in silence, align,
In their glow, it's your face that shines.
A canvas vast, emotions entwine,
Your essence, in every line, divine.
In this symphony of dreams,
Your laughter, the most radiant beam.
Like whispers of the breeze,
You, the epitome of peace.
So here's to the moments yet to weave,
To the magic in the air we breathe.
In the art of love, we'll forever believe,
In this beautiful world, you and me, a reprieve.