In the galley of morning light,
your face is my favorite view.
Each line and curve a masterpiece,
painted in shades of you.
Your eyes to windows to a world where only we reside.
In their depths I find my muse,
my heart's eternal guide.
Your laughter spills like watercolor,
blending hues of joy and grace.
A symphony of colors that no artist could replace.
Every gesture,
every glance,
a stroke upon my soul.
In the canvas of your smile,
I find myself made whole.
Through the canvas of your smile,
I see a thousand dreams.
A tapestry of moments woven in gentle seams.
With every glance, a story told.
With every touch, a rhyme.
In the art of your affection,
I lose track of time.
Your voice,
a melody composed in minor keys and major chords.
Each note, a verse, each pause, a breath.
A song that my heart hoars.
The way you move, a dance of light,
a rhythm all your own.
In the choreography of love,
I found my way back home.
The fragrance of your presence lingers like a sweet perfume.
A scent that fills the empty spaces,
chases away the gloom.
In the gallery of life,
you're the portrait I admire.
A work of art that fuels my soul,
ignites my inner fire.
Through the
canvas of your smile,
I see a thousand dreams.
A tapestry of moments woven in gentle seams.
With every glance, a story told.
With every touch, a rhyme.
In the art of your affection,
I lose track of time.
And when the colors fade to gray,
and shadows cloud our view,
we'll paint our world with
brighter hues.
Our
love forever new.
For in the gallery of hearts,
yours is the masterpiece.
A timeless
work, a cherished piece, my never-ending piece.
Through the canvas of your smile,
I see a