You are the melody etched in my soul,  
A hymn eternal, my heart’s console.  
In every note, in every chord,  
Your love’s the song I’ve long adored.  

Through symphonies wild and whispers low,  
We compose a rhythm only we know.  
No dissonance fierce, no silence deep,  
Could steal the harmony we keep.  

You are the brushstroke bold and free,  
The hues that bloom inside of me.  
On life’s vast canvas, raw and wide,  
We paint the truth we’ll never hide.  

When tempests rage or skies turn gray,  
We craft a dawn, we find our way.  
With every color, every refrain,  
We build a world where love remains.  

The crescendos rise, the pigments blend,  
Through every trial, on we ascend.  
And when the opus finds its close,  
Our masterpiece forever glows.  

In the gallery of stars above,  
Ours is a portrait framed in love.  
An endless song, a boundless hue,  
Forever yours, forever true.