In the quiet park where footsteps trace, Chris, I find a gentle grace, A smile blooms every time I see, Your presence whispers dreams to me. Don't give up on paths we weave, In love's language, I believe, You are the piece that makes me whole, The missing part of my soul. Let go of fears that hold you tight, And let me love you through the night, Together, we create our art, A masterpiece, heart to heart.