In whispers soft, where love does dwell, Gisselle, your name, a tender spell. In quiet lanes where hearts align, I find your hand, your soul in mine. With gratitude, I weave each day, Thankful for the love we display. In private shadows, we confide, A world that we alone abide. I appreciate the grace you bring, Our gentle dance, a golden ring. In love's embrace, we find our core, Forever yours, and you are mine evermore.