Love shall straighten her crown, oh so fair,
In the moments when life seems to ensnare.
With tender hands and a gentle touch,
Love brings solace, oh, so much.

In times of doubt, when skies are gray,
Love whispers courage, showing the way.
It lifts her spirit, helps her stand tall,
As she faces the world, through it all.

When chaos reigns and troubles brew,
Love steadies her, strong and true.
Straightening her crown with tender care,
Love reminds her she's beyond compare.

Through trials and storms that come her way,
Love's support ensures she won't sway.
Her crown may tilt, but love's embrace,
Restores its glory, its rightful place.

With grace and kindness, love adorns,
Her spirit, where confidence is born.
Love's touch, a blessing, soft and profound,
As it straightens her crown, with love unbound.

So let love be her guide, her steadying hand,
As it straightens her crown, so grand.
For in the warmth of love's pure sound,
Her strength and beauty are steadfastly crowned.

In a realm of dreams where time suspends,
A thousand kisses, each one transcends.
Soft whispers woven in the night's serene,
A tapestry of love, an enchanting scene.

Upon the slumbering mind's soft drift,
A thousand kisses, a tender gift.
Each one a story, a gentle stream,
In the realm of dreams where hearts redeem.

With every touch, a whispered sigh,
A thousand kisses, each a lullaby.
In dreamscape's embrace, where lovers gleam,
A thousand kisses, a cherished theme.

Through moonlit paths and starry skies,
A thousand kisses, where passion flies.
In the land of dreams, where fantasies teem,
A thousand kisses paint love's sweet esteem.

So in the quietude of night's soft gleam,
A thousand kisses, a cherished dream.
In the silent whispers, love's eternal beam,
A thousand kisses, a celestial scheme.

All the light in this room
Comes from the stars in your eyes
They sparkle and shine like jewels
And fill me with wonder and surprise

All the light in this room
Comes from the smile on your lips
They curve and curl like petals
And makes me want to steal a kiss

All the light in this room
Comes from the warmth of your heart
It beats and throbs like a drum
And makes me feel we'll never part

All the light in this room
Comes from the love that we share
It grows and glows like a flame
And makes me know you'll always care

We are the broken pieces of the stars,
Scattered fragments from celestial memoirs.
In the cosmic dance, we were once whole,
Now stardust scattered, an eternal stroll.

From galaxies far away, we found our way,
To this earthly abode, where mortals stray.
Each atom within us, a shimmering light,
A cosmic legacy, an astronomical flight.

The universe within, a celestial choir,
Our essence echoes, reaching higher and higher.
We carry within us the cosmos' embrace,
In our brokenness, an intricate grace.

The supernovas' remnants in our soul's decree,
Whispers of cosmos in you and me.
Each fracture a story, each scar a spark,
A cosmic connection within the dark.

Though shattered, we're luminescent art,
A canvas of constellations in every heart.
From galaxies torn, we found our place,
We are the broken pieces of cosmic grace.

So let us embrace our celestial scars,
For we are the remnants of the stars.
In our fragmented beauty, we shall find,
A universe within, infinitely designed.

In the whispers of Arriana's Windsong's grace, a melody dances through time and space, A symphony carried on the breath of the breeze, in nature's embrace, where harmony flees.

Arriana's Windsong, a gentle refrain, echoes through valleys and over the plain, softly sung by zephyrs that freely roam, a serenade echoing, finding its home.

Through rustling leaves and swaying trees, it tells tales of the land, the mountains, and seas, and a ballad of whispers, in every gust, In Arriana's Windsong, a melody of trust.

The wind's tender touch, a delicate kiss, carries the essence of nature's pure bliss, In the cadence of waves and the bird's joyful flight, Ariana's Windsong whispers, through the day and night.

In the rustling grasses and the river's flow, in the lullabies sung soft and slow, Ariana's Windsong, a comforting friend, a melody guiding from beginning to end.

So, listen closely to the breeze's soft plea, and hear Arriana's Windsong, wild and free, for in its gentle hum, a story prolongs Arriana's Windsong, where nature belongs.

Love is a ghost again, a haunting refrain,
A spirit that wanders in joy and in pain.
It lingers like mist, elusive and fleet,
In whispers of longing, in moments bittersweet.

A spectral presence felt in the heart's beat,
Love's apparition is so tender and sweet.
It vanishes and returns, an ethereal sight,
A phantom that dances in the shadows of night.

Love, a ghost, in memories it thrives,
In the echoes of laughter, in tender archives.
It haunts the corridors of cherished past,
A spirit that endures, destined to last.

Fleeting yet potent, an elusive guide,
Love appears and vanishes like the tide.
A ghostly echo of emotions untamed,
In the soul's vast mansion, it's gently claimed.

Though intangible, it's an essence, a spark,
Love's spectral form in the moments dark.
A phantom that whispers, a ghostly refrain,
Love, eternal, returns again and again.

So let it roam, this ghostly friend,
Love is a specter that will never end.
In its ethereal form, it transcends the plain,
For love, as a ghost, forever will remain.

Cracks in their souls, a subtle fracture,
Invisible lines, where emotions capture.
A tender rift in the heart's deep core,
Where pains and sorrows tend to be stored.

Each fracture is a story, silently told,
In the echoes of moments, both young and old.
The cracks, like veins of a fragile art,
Reveal the battles fought within the heart.

Some cracks from losses, some from fears,
Etched by the weight of countless tears.
Yet, in each fracture, there lies a strength,
A testament to resilience, of remarkable length.

They don't diminish the soul's inner glow,
But render it more human, as stories grow.
The cracks allow the light to seep,
Where healing begins, from the scars so deep.

In those fractures, empathy finds its space,
Understanding others, their struggles, and their grace.
Cracks in their souls, though they might be,
Show beauty in imperfection, for all to see.

From these fractures, lessons bloom,
A wisdom that transcends the gloom.
Cracks in their souls, a mosaic of life,
Embracing both joy and strife.

So let these cracks in souls be told,
A testament to the stories they hold.
For in their fractures, there's resilience untold,
A testament to the strength of the human soul.