In Michelle's heart of purest gold, A tale of warmth and love is told. Yet shadows dance upon her gaze, Where gentle spirits often daze. It pains my soul to see her cry, As clouds of sadness drift nearby. For she is sun on winter's eve, A light too precious to deceive. In her embrace, the world stands still, Her kindness like a whisper's thrill. Being in her life, a wondrous feat, A melody both soft and sweet. Fear not, dear heart, when rain clouds form, I'll guard you through each mighty storm. For though the night may feel unknown, With love beside you, you're never alone. I yearn to hold you, cherish, mend, And in your eyes, my solace send. We'll weave through sorrow’s fleeting dance, Together in this life’s romance.