In February’s sigh, beneath twilight's glow,
Her love a rhythm, in gentle flow,
Her words, like chords, warm and pure,
Each note a promise, my heart’s allure.
With every touch, the night feels bright,
Her love, my tune, my guiding light,
She sought my heart, without a doubt,
I gave it freely, can’t live without.
Oh, she's the maestro of my soul,
Playing me whole, making me whole,
In her arms, we sway through time,
In her embrace, our hearts align.
We roamed through avenues, hand in hand,
Creating harmonies, dreams unplanned,
From dawn’s first light to evening’s calm,
Each moment, music, a sweet balm.
She paints the dawn with her laughter,
And chases dusk, forever after,
In silent nights beneath the cosmic sea,
We craft our song, just her and me.
Oh, she's the maestro of my soul,
Playing me whole, making me whole,
In her arms, we sway through time,
In her embrace, our hearts align.
As seasons turn, our love persists,
In every note, her name exists,
Together we’ll compose our endless theme,
In love’s duet, where dreams redeem.