In gentle grace, her name does play, Mannered, she's called, in love's sweet dance, Her touch is warmth, her strong embrace, In her presence, my heart's in trance. Her body feels like whispered dreams, Where every curve and sigh belong, Her love a river, steady, keen, While mine a storm, both wild and strong. Together we entwine the night, A future glowing, vast, and bright, I dream of days forever near, With her, my love, my life, my dear.