In her hair, a forest of midnight flows,
Dreadlocks weaving where my spirit goes.
Bound in their beauty, I find my grace,
A willing captive in her embrace.
Her eyes, a mirror of the night,
A beacon to my soul's lost light.
When she smiles, the world holds its breath,
A melody that transcends life and death.
She moves with the rhythm of earth and sky,
A harmony where love can't lie.
In her steps, nature bows and sings,
A queen crowned in wind's soft wings.
Her touch is a whisper, tender and true,
Healing my heart where the cracks once grew.
She gives, though it drains her soul,
A love so pure, it makes me whole.
She loves like the ocean, vast and deep,
Even as her own pain makes her weep.
Her tears are stars in a midnight rain,
Proof of a strength born from pain.
When I'm with her, the world melts away,
A painted dream I beg to stay.
Yet time, cruel thief, pulls us apart,
But never the hold she has on my heart.
I dream of a life where we are free,
To love, to wander, just her and me.
Through every storm, through fire and rain,
Together we'll rise, again and again.
And when the years etch lines on our face,
We'll cherish the love that time can't erase.
Bound to her always, through all my days,
Thank you for the love you've given me,