Diane, you are the quiet dawn I wait for,
the soft light breaking over a sleeping shore.
In your name, the world finds a gentler grace,
a every moment turning kinder in your embrace.
Your laughter is a lantern in the darkest night,
a comet of silver threading through my sight.
With you, the ordinary blooms into forever,
time loosens its grip, and binds us together.
Your eyes hold seasons I-long to know,
春 and summer in a single, patient glow.
In their depths, I hear a hopeful tune,
a vow whispered softly to the listening moon.
Your touch is a map of everywhere I’ve yearned to go,
a gentle guidance when storms begin to grow.
With you, I am fearless, I am true,
because you carry the courage I see in you.
Diane, you are the world in the smallest breath,
a love that outlasts even the longest quest.
If every star should fade or drift away,
my heart would still call your name and stay.
So take my hand, let us wander through our days,
in the quiet magic of your radiant blaze.
For in your light, I’ve learned to live, to rise,
and I found forever reflected in your eyes.