Wayne Orr

Morning light crowns your radiant face,
A smile that sets the stars to chase.
Through gardens where laughter takes its stride,
Your hand in mine, the world grows wide.

Noon hums a tune only we can hear,
Your voice, a melody I hold dear.
Each glance a spark, each step a dance,
In your warmth, mere seconds trance.

Twilight weaves gold through your hair,
A spectacle only we could share.
As night whispers vows the moon approves,
I find forever in the day you choose.

No grander treasure could time bestow—
Than hours with you, spectacular, slow.