Tonight, in your gentle arms, the stars themselves seem near.
There are countless words I cradle but dare not let tumble yet.
One by one, I will give them: my heart, my vows, my endless song.

I promise you this night and every morning yet to come:
To weave a thousand stories before the waking light breaks,
Each thread spun from dreams we dared to whisper in secret.

When the noon sun crowns the fields, my voice will rise for you.
I shall sing of your laughter, your soul, and the hope you give,
Every note stitched with longing, a prayer etched in gold.

When the day retreats to dusk and the skies are dyed in rose,
I will kneel before twilight, offer poems at your feet,
And craft verses from the softest sighs you breathe into me.

And when the stars dare to sleep and the world turns solemn gray,
My love, I will love you still, fierce and shining in the dark,
Cradling your spirit in my arms until morning’s call.

O, how it tears at me — to ever see your bright tears fall!
My heart would break a thousandfold before I let you weep.
I will be the shore where every sorrow drowns and fades.

Against the fiercest storms, against every cruel shadow cast,
I will stand, I will roar, I will be your unshaken shield.
No wind nor blade shall find you while I draw breath and sword.

For you, my Sol, I will build a hundred castles of light,
Spired with dreams, walled by hope, and roofed with starlit vows,
Each hall echoing only your laughter, your courage, your name.

I shall guard these gates with my own two hands, blood and bone.
No thief, no fear, no fading time shall breach our endless keep.
A stalwart knight I become, so long as you are mine to love.

We will ride the wings of griffins, fierce and bright as suns,
Dance with dragons across clouds, weaving rainbows in our wake,
Till even the heavens, jealous, bow to our boundless flight.

My tales shall be our tapestry: endless gardens where we roam.
We will be kings and queens of worlds no sorrow dares to tread,
Living forever in the legends whispered by grateful winds.

Through each season's turning, through the waning of the stars,
Through broken years, through gilded days, through sorrow and delight,
Our hearts will carve a river that no darkness can consume.

Tonight, it is very clear: I was made to love you thus.
The skies, the earth, the sea themselves conspired to make you mine.
And every thread of fate stitched my soul closer to yours.

Sometimes words falter, sometimes even brave hands tremble;
Forgive me if ever I falter — for I am mortal still.
But my spirit will rise again to your name, unbroken.

For you lift me higher than the tallest dream has dared to go,
You steady my steps through the wild tempests of doubt and night.
Beside you, I am invincible, invulnerable, infinite.

I have always needed you — no fortress without your flame.
You are the ink to my stories, the light to my early dawns,
The sigh that shapes the universe into something beautiful.

I am the man who shall fight for your honor, your dreams, your smile.
Not for glory, not for fame — but for the very breath you take.
To see you shining is my one and only sacred cause.

Like a knight sprung from the misted ballads of ancient lore,
I will kneel before the gods, defy them if they say "despair,"
And steal you away to a castle spun from purest wonder.

There, where rivers sing and mountains bow to your golden laugh,
We shall raise banners not of conquest, but of gentle love,
And every petal and cloud shall carry our vows forever.

So let the world turn as it must — we have no fear of its song.
We did it all for love — each choice, each prayer, each battlefield.
For the glory of love, we became legends in each other's arms.