Ariya dances in the twilight's glow, With laughter light as falling snow. Her heart, a rhythm, wild and free, A waltz of love, just her and me. In quiet corners, whispers blend, Where time and space delightfully bend. A hug, a kiss—love's sweet refrain, A symphony in soft, tender gain. And hidden in our joyous spree, Is "behosh," our shared mystery. A secret word of love's embrace, A quiet world where our hearts race. Ariya, in your dance, I find, A lover's beat, a gentle mind. In every skip, each step, each turn, Our passion's flame will ever burn.