In whispers balmy secrets lie, To Aline they softly fly, Through nets of tennis, swift and bright, She finds her strength in morning's light. Her laughter echoes after games, As Ernest yields to her acclaim, While children grown like dreams unfold, One a story newly told. Her nimble fingers craft with grace, Crochet jewels slide into place, On island waves her talents gleam, A necklace spun from sunlit dreams. Aline, a keeper of the thread, Where love and art are deftly wed, In life’s grand tapestry unfurls, The hidden world beneath her pearls.