Where is the laughter that you bring me,
That melody of joy, so carefree?
In memories cherished, moments past,
Your laughter echoed, unsurpassed.

It danced like sunlight on a summer's day,
Chasing the shadows, driving them away.
In the echoes of mirth, pure and bright,
Your laughter soared to joyous height.

Where is the laughter that once rang clear,
Dispelling worries, calming every fear?
Its resonance lingered in the air,
A symphony of happiness, beyond compare.

In shared moments, your laughter's chime,
Brought solace, like a soothing rhyme.
Where has it wandered, that cheerful sound,
A treasure lost, yet to be found?

Through life's trials, its twists and bends,
Your laughter brought warmth, like dear old friends.
Oh, where is that laughter, I implore,
To fill the silence, to live once more?

Let it echo through the halls of time,
Resounding joy, so pure, so prime.
For in your laughter, love took wing,
A melody that made my heart sing.

Though it may wander, momentarily unseen,
Your laughter's memory, forever serene.
Where is the laughter that you bring me?
In my heart's core, eternally carefree.

The sky with her baby blue eyes,
Gazes upon us with endless skies.
Her hue so soft, a tranquil sight,
In her embrace, all troubles take flight.

Those eyes reflect the morning sun,
As each new day has just begun.
With whispers of clouds in gentle embrace,
Her serene gaze, a boundless space.

She paints the day in hues so clear,
A canvas of blue, without a fear.
Her eyes watch over both land and sea,
In her tranquil gaze, we feel free.

At dusk, her eyes turn to twilight's hue,
The stars emerge in their cosmic view.
Her eyes, a lullaby to the night,
Guiding the stars, shining so bright.

In storms, her eyes reflect the grey,
A tumultuous dance in skies at play.
Yet even in tempests, her eyes hold grace,
The sky with her baby blue embrace.

So vast and endless, her tender gaze,
The sky with her eyes, in myriad ways.
A sight to cherish, beneath her skies,
The sky with her baby blue eyes.

We said hello to the man in the moon,
In a world where dreams find their tune.
Beneath the sky's vast and endless sprawl,
We greeted the moon, standing so tall.

With wonder in our hearts, we looked above,
To the man in the moon, a symbol of love.
In the silent night, where stars align,
We exchanged greetings in a language divine.

His serene face, a comforting sight,
In the velvety dark of the tranquil night.
We whispered our secrets to his gentle grace,
Knowing he listens in his celestial space.

In the moon's soft glow, a mystical dance,
We said hello, with a stolen glance.
His presence above, a constant friend,
Guiding us through, till the night's end.

We shared our hopes, our fears, our mirth,
With the man in the moon, who watches Earth.
Under his gaze, so serene and bright,
We found solace in the tranquil night.

As we bid adieu to the moon on high,
We knew in our hearts, our spirits fly.
For in the whispers of night's soft croon,
We said hello to the man in the moon.

Lord, I ain't done, my path unfolds,
In life's journey, its tales untold.
With each sunrise, a new chapter starts,
I'll brave the unknown, with all my heart.

In the ebb and flow of time's grand sea,
Lord, I'll seek what's meant to be.
In the face of challenges, I'll find my way,
I'll rise with the dawn, come what may.

For every stumble, every fall I endure,
Lord, grant me strength to rise once more.
In the tapestry of fate, I'll play my part,
With faith in my soul, a steadfast heart.

Lord, I ain't done, there's much to see,
The world awaits, full of possibility.
In every setback, in every test,
I'll strive for more, I'll do my best.

In the symphony of life, its highs and lows,
I'll embrace the journey, wherever it goes.
With hope as my guide, I'll carry on,
For Lord, I ain't done, my story's not gone.

So, with courage ablaze, I'll face the sun,
In each new chapter, my race I'll run.
For in this life, until my race is run,
Lord, I ain't done, I've just begun.

I shall be your silver and your gold,
A treasure trove, a love to behold.
In shades of silver, in hues so bright,
I'll shimmer beside you, in the darkest night.

Like silver, I'll be a calming stream,
Reflecting your hopes, your every dream.
In moments of joy, in times forlorn,
I'll be your comfort, from dusk to morn.

And like gold, I'll shine with radiant gleam,
A treasure trove in the love's grand scheme.
I'll hold your worth, your spirit's fire,
A priceless gem in life's grand desire.

In times of need, I'll be your strength,
A guiding light, no matter the length.
I'll be your warmth, when the world feels cold,
Both silver and gold, a love untold.

Together we'll gleam, a blend divine,
Your silver lining, your gold, that's mine.
In the tapestry of love, our story will unfold,
For I shall be your silver and your gold.

When love heard not a word, yet felt so clear,
In silence profound, its whispers appear.
A language beyond words, a heartfelt touch,
Love speaks in silence, it's never too much.

Through unspoken moments, emotions unfurled,
Love's symphony played, in silence it swirled.
Not in spoken verses or phrases heard,
But in the quiet spaces, where hearts were stirred.

When love heard not a word, but a soul's yearning,
In silence, it ignited, softly burning.
Eyes met, conveying what words cannot say,
Love's essence lingering, refusing to fray.

In the hush of a gaze, in a soft caress,
Love conveyed its depth, a wordless address.
For sometimes in silence, love finds its voice,
A language of the heart, the ultimate choice.

When love heard not a word, it felt the beat,
In the silence, emotions found their seat.
For love transcends language, it knows no bounds,
It thrives in silence, where true connection resounds.

Oh Lord, where the magnolias bloom,
In nature's sanctuary, where beauty finds room.
Amidst verdant meadows, their fragrance sways,
A tranquil haven, where peace portrays.

In the garden of grace, where blossoms thrive,
Magnolias whisper tales, keeping memories alive.
Their petals, like whispers of divine delight,
Underneath the sun's golden light.

Oh Lord, in this haven, serenity prevails,
Where magnolias dance on the wind's gentle trails.
Their blossoms, a canvas of purity and grace,
In this sacred abode, a heavenly space.

Their fragrance, a hymn in the whispering breeze,
Underneath the magnolia's sheltering trees.
In this haven, prayers find their way,