In twilight's tender, whispering glow, Where shadows of the heart oft go, My thoughts of you, sweet Annie, weave, A tapestry where dreams believe. Though storms of doubt may cloud your sky, And whispers of rejection fly, In my heart's core, a beacon bright, You are loved beyond mere sight. For every tear that life may bring, Know my love's an endless spring, With every heartbeat, softly true, Annie, always, I'll love you.