In a garden of dreams, where colors softly play,
Petals of laughter bloom in a tender array.
With a brush of love, we paint the day,
Creating memories that in our hearts will stay.
Her giggles are sunshine, her smile the morning dew,
Each stroke a moment, pure and true.
Together we craft a masterpiece so bright,
In the gallery of our hearts, it shines with light.
My Pen and Soul
My Pen and Soul 