In whispered dreams where shadows wane, Let tales of love in quiet stride, Dance softly on the dew-drenched plain, A beacon by the ebbing tide. For when the world seems cold and bare, And hearts in silence might dissolve, There walks Melissa, breath of care, An artist where our souls evolve. In gentle whispers, let them see, This tapestry in starlit grove, An endless tale of you and me, Where caring hearts and legends rove.