In fields where soft whispers of wildflowers weave, Tommy Bee flits, as blossoms believe— In circles of warmth, a first valentine, Sweet nectar of promise, forever entwined. You're my everything, the anchor in storm, In shadows, your light, your love keeps me warm. You saved me from echoes of night's silent plea, With whispers of grace, you complete me. Your eyes hold the universe, vast and profound, In the melody of your voice, comfort is found. Your smile, a beacon, illuminating the night, Radiant like stars in orchestrated delight. Your scent is the memory of soft summer rain, A gentle embrace that soothes every pain. Your touch, the quiver of leaves in the breeze, In your presence, my wandering heart finds ease. Oh, how I adore your pudding belly with glee, A testament to the joy you bring endlessly. And the little limp in your stride that I see, A dance of enduring love's elegant decree. Your humor lifts spirits, a melody unsung, In the chapel of laughter, our hearts become one. Your selflessness paints the world anew, A mosaic of dreams where all skies are blue. With each breath, every heartbeat, I feel anew, That life is a journey, and mine began with you.