Beneath the morning’s gentle glow,
Your laughter falls like drifting snow.
Wings of light around you play,
Turning ordinary skies to day.
Every word you speak, a song,
Guides my heart where it belongs.
Soft as clouds and pure as dreams,
Your presence shines in golden beams.
If angels knew what love could be,
They’d whisper it softly, just like me.
And in this quiet, sacred space,
I find forever in your embrace.
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