Beneath the tapestry of twilight skies,
Where fleeting stars in whispered splendor rise,
My soul, entwined with thine, takes flight anew,
To trace the boundless heavens just for you.

O Emilea, thou art my silver thread,
Which binds the weary dreams that nightly fled,
And weaves them into dawns of velvet hue,
Where hope’s eternal breath rekindles true.

Thy laughter, like a song the angels weave,
Doth gild the air, as mortals scarce believe.
Yet I, thy chosen witness, stand entranced,
To watch the world unfold where’er you’ve danced.

Though Time may stretch its hand to steal the day,
My love, like ivy, wraps each fleeting hour,
In thee, my home, my heart, my truth is laid.