In the garden where the sunbeams play,
A blossom blooms in gentle sway.
Her eyes, like stars in twilight’s grace,
Illuminate the darkest space.

Her laughter dances on the breeze,
A melody among the trees.
With every word, a sweet embrace,
A symphony of love’s embrace.

Her heart, a treasure, pure and rare,
A beacon bright beyond compare.
In her embrace, the world feels right,
A sanctuary in the night.

With petals soft as morning dew,
She paints the sky with every hue.
In her presence, time stands still,
A universe of dreams fulfilled.

Oh, sweetheart of the gentle morn,
In your love, my soul’s reborn.
A masterpiece of life’s sweet art,
Forever cherished in my heart.