Hand in hand, we soared to a magical land,
Love flourishing grand, like castles made of sand.
A moment so blissful, as if in paradise I stand,
Her radiance growing, in the palm of my hand.

Prettier with time, a truth now clear and grand,
An angel's touch, sweet as honey and hazel's strand.
Her soul fulfilled, a smile like mint and basil,
First touch, playful heartbeats, a dance so graceful.

Beats honoring her charm, stability unable,
Wishing to hold her hand, a connection unbreakable.
In moments when departure chimes,
A Valentine's kiss, a memory that rhymes.