In the quiet storm of your gentle tears, My soul is crushed and bound by fears, To see your tender heart so pained, Is to know how love's been left unclaimed. Michelle, your beauty's beyond the skin, A warmth and light that live within, Selflessness, pure as morning's glow, Deserves the love the world should show. Let me be the one to dry your eyes, In comforting embrace, where sorrow dies, To hold you close when shadows loom, And fill your days with laughter's bloom. For you, dear heart, I'll paint a sky, Where clouds of doubt will drift and die, A haven built on love's foundation, To earn the crown of your admiration. In love's affection, rich and true, The perfect woman, I find, is you.