I dreamt of a haven,
A house on the beach,
White picket fence,
A mirage of peace.

Sunsets ablaze,
Painting the sky with fire,
Waves whispering secrets,
A gentle breeze, a sweet desire.

Children's laughter,
Echoes on the sand,
Chasing retreating waves,
A childhood, forever planned.

I saw us there,
Two souls entwined,
Rockers swaying,
A love sublime.

Her hand in mine,
A comforting embrace,
A gentle sigh,
A love's serene space.

But then she awoke,
From this idyllic scene,
The house, a mere shell,
A fleeting, transient dream.

For home, she declared,
Is not a place, a shore,
But a feeling, a heart,
Where love forevermore.

I dream of a home,
Of the beach,
A white picket fence,
Rockers under the veranda.

I see the view, sunsets filling the sky
Waves rolling in,
Breeze gently kissing your hair,
Cooling the day, blowing the humidity away.

I dream of a future,
Children at play on the beach,
Dashing to the sea,
To only run away from the waves.

I sit in the rocker,
Gently swaying, calming
I reach across,
Holding the hand of the love of my life.

She guides herself to my lap,
Gently cradled in my arms,
Brushing the hair from her face,
Leaning in for the kiss, the sweet lips.

This is a shared dream,
This house with the view,
Of the setting suns,
The calm of the sea, beckons us.

But she finally realizes,
The house, the beach,
The waves, the fence,
Though a house, home is in the heart.

The first notes, a hesitant tremolo,
a digital dance, a whispered prelude.
Sensuality, a primal current, surged through the ether,
a perversity born of longing,
a digital playground where passion ignited.

Beyond the flesh, a deeper melody,
emotions entwined, a rich harmony.
Doubts, like minor keys, fears, like dissonant chords,
laid bare in the cadences of candid confessions.

I, your haven, a refuge from life's tempest,
a steadfast anchor in the stormy seas.
My declaration, "You are the woman of my life,"
a soaring crescendo, echoing eternally.

No music can capture the essence,
this symphony born of our shared breath.
Your presence, a timeless rhapsody,
a masterpiece forever unfinished,
played by the stars, a celestial orchestra.

Together, we journey,
a rhythmic duet, through time and space,
composing a love song of infinite variations.
One note, a tender caress, one touch,
a passionate fortissimo, one whispered word,
a pianissimo, a symphony of souls, forever entwined.

There is no end, my love, only brief rests,
a pause between the movements,
a breath before the next crescendo.
For in the harmony of our hearts,
the music plays on, eternally.

In the tapestry of time,  
woven with threads of our laughter,  
we embarked on a journey,  
through seasons of whispered dreams.  
From sunlit mornings to moon-kissed nights,  
each moment a brushstroke on our canvas,  
painted in hues of devotion and delight.  

Together we’ve scaled mountains—  
the summit’s air thin, yet intoxicating.  
Love cradled in the altitude,  
as adventure danced beneath our feet.  
Your hand in mine, a compass unyielding,  
guiding us through forests of uncertainty;  
every path igniting sparks in the twilight.  

Years blend into years like colors mixing,  
and what was once a gentle flame,  
now roars with passion against the frost—  
a wild fire that warms our days and nights.  
Each glance a promise whispered with conviction,  
every touch a spell that binds us tighter.  

Can you feel it? The heartbeat of our journey—  
an echo of laughter among the stars.  
You are my map and my wayfinder,  
and with each kiss we plant seeds for tomorrow;  
dreams flourish like vines in sunlight,  
reaching out into futures unknown.  

Let us dream beneath sprawling skies—  
designing lives filled with offspring laughter,  
watching as they leap into their own odyssey.  
With each hug that holds the world together,  
we craft realms where love conquers all fears—  
in every shared breath honoring this deep bond.  

How adeptly we navigate uncharted waters!    
Double sunsets await when shadows chase the day;    
your smile lights up horizons leading forward—    
and still I marvel at how far we’ve climbed!    
The paths may twist through valleys steep and wide,    
yet here we stand—not just content but bursting!    

In every ordinary moment I see magic bloom—  
a testament to companionship forged in fire;    
with gratitude nestled deep within my heart—  
the warmth of your essence wraps around me like cotton.  
So here’s to us—the mapmakers and explorers!    
Let us continue crafting this tale with fervent hearts.    

And when darkness creeps upon our brightest hours,    
let it find us weaving love blankets as soft as whispers;    
for beyond adversity grows an orchard of hope—    
grounded in trust while reaching for evermore.  

Each “I love you” lingers sweet upon your lips,
infinite echo reverberating through lifetimes.
Kisses seal promises under starlit canvases,
as arms embrace infinity folded within spaces,
always ending tenderly—a rhythm eternal,
an ode to this adventure: you and I together.

Where shadows linger, and dawn breaks slow,
Through misty air, a silent flight,
You soared into my heart, a gentle flow,
My angel, my muse, my guiding light.
You are the lifeblood, the rhythm of my soul,
Without your grace, my spirit feels untold.

When doubt and fear, like stormy clouds arise,
And shadows dance, and loneliness takes hold,
Remember this: within my heart resides,
A love that's fierce, a story to be told.
In dreams we meet, a bond forever true,
My angel, my muse, forever seeing you.

Though paths may twist, and stumbling stones abound,
And weary steps may falter and may stray,
Know that my love, a constant, deep profound,
Will guide you back, come what may.
In every thought, a whisper of your name,
My angel, my muse, forever I acclaim.

When tears may fall, and shadows fill the room,
And courage fades, and hope begins to wane,
Remember this: within your heart finds bloom,
A love that's strong, a gentle, sweet refrain.
In dreams we meet, a solace and a guide,
My angel, my muse, forever by your side.

So let us rise, above the earthly fray,
And spread our wings, and soar towards the sun,
Together we'll find a brighter, better way,
Our love a beacon, until our journey's run.
My angel, my muse, my heart forever entwined,
A love eternal, a peace of purest kind.

In Shanghai's haze, neon lights gleam,
A ghostly beauty, a supreme dream.
My bride, a vision, a porcelain grace,
With raven hair and eyes of amber's embrace.

She blooms like a plum, in winter's cold hand,
A fragile strength, across the vast land.
Jade branches sway, in neon's bright gleam,
A subtle scent, a fleeting, sweet dream.

Shanghai's pulse beats, a vibrant refrain,
While she, my blossom, conquers the rain.
In this coming year, our love will unfold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.

Like plum in spring, defying the chill,
Our love will flourish, against all ill.
Resilient hearts, a future so bright,
We'll walk hand-in-hand, bathed in love's light.

My Shanghai Blossom, a treasure so rare,
A love eternal, beyond all compare.
In this city of dreams, our love will reside,
Forever entwined, side by side.

Your laughter, a trill of high notes,
cascading like arpeggios across the ivory keys
of my heart.  Each touch, a melody I crave,
a vibrant chord resonating deep within.

Your eyes, the deep bass notes, holding the weight
of unspoken stories, of passions yet to unfold.
I see the rhythm of your soul in their depths,
a slow, deliberate tempo that draws me in.

Your voice, a mezzo-soprano's caress,
weaving tales of joy and sorrow,
a narrative played out on the strings of my being.
Each word, a carefully placed note, building the symphony
of our intertwined lives.

Like the sustain pedal, your presence lingers,
a constant hum beneath the surface,
coloring every phrase, enriching every passage.
Without it, the music feels incomplete, hollow.

There are moments of dissonance, sharp and jarring,
like a wrong note struck in the heat of the moment.
But even these discordant chords contribute
to the complex harmony of our love.

We are a duet, sometimes playing in unison,
our hands moving together in perfect synchronicity.
Other times, we engage in a playful counterpoint,
each voice distinct, yet contributing to the overall composition.

There are movements of loss, a somber adagio,
where the melody falters, and the silence stretches,
heavy and suffocating.  The music fades to a whisper,
a lament for what was, and what might have been.

But then, a crescendo of hope, a triumphant allegro,
rising from the ashes of despair.
Redemption echoes in the vibrant chords,
a promise of renewal, a testament to the enduring power of love.

And as the final notes fade into a peaceful diminuendo,
I realize that our love is a sonata,
a masterpiece composed of passion, vulnerability,
and the unwavering belief in the transformative power of connection.

In this life, I have had my struggles—
Mankind’s abuse, intolerance, wars, and corruption.
And no different were the personal aspects:
love, home, happiness—
All fleeting, no peace, within or external.

Then, I found you.

At first, I sought tranquility—
An ear to bend, a friendship perhaps.
Yet, you needed serenity, a peace within.
So, it was I who lent the ear, the shoulder, the words of understanding.

In this endeavor, I saw in you a trampled blossom—
Damaged, bent, a bit broken, but not a loss.
You just needed someone, anyone, to care,
To show you the light through the dark.

So, I listened, I nurtured,
Shown light, provided warmth,
Fed you, and caressed the soil with tears,
Until you felt whole again.

To be clear, I didn’t fix you;
I didn’t mold you.
You were whole, you were full of worth.
I only let you see what I see in you.

In turn, you saw me, as I saw you—
Someone discarded on the refuse of life.
Imparted, nay, reciprocated, the kindness you had received,
Knowing that I, like you, lay scarred and injured, but not a loss.

Tranquility and Serenity—
Words often interchanged,
But both have meanings that aren’t quite the same.
For one is peace in your surroundings, and the other is peace from within.

You cannot seek one
Without discovering and embracing the other.
Two sides of the same coin, like Yin and Yang,
Always seeking balance.

You guided me,
Lighting my way through the darkest moments.
I held steadfast, unwavering—the rock you needed,
A new foundation to build upon.

I confess this truth to you,
As you have given both, reciprocal,
As I have given unto you.

Time will tell.
This story has not ended.
It is still being written—
A journey to destinations unknown.

And all because,
I FOUND YOU.

(Intro - Strings softly, like a gentle breeze)

I. (Flute - Bright and playful)
A sun-kissed park, a whispered jest,
Two souls entwined, no room for rest,
From laughter shared, a joyful start,
A melody of hopeful heart.
No shadows lingered, skies so blue,
A world of dreams, just me and you.

II. (Oboe - Slightly melancholic, but sweet)
A distant hum, a whispered fear,
Of broken dreams, and unshed tears,
A family's weight, a stifling hold,
A future planned, a story told,
That wasn't ours, a path astray,
A different tune, we longed to play.

III. (Clarinet - Rich and warm, a comforting tone)
A quiet talk, a listening ear,
A shared burden, banishing fear,
"I understand," a gentle sigh,
"Let's face the world, you and I."
A kindred spirit, strong and true,
A helping hand, to see us through.

IV. (French Horn - Bold and confident)
The horn proclaims, a vibrant call,
A spirit rising, standing tall,
"No more regrets, no looking back,"
"We'll forge our path, on the right track."
A symphony of courage bold,
A story waiting to unfold.

V. (Flute & Oboe - Intertwined, a duet of understanding)
The flute and oboe softly blend,
A melody of hearts that mend,
"Your pain I feel, your dreams I know,"
"Together we'll help our spirits grow."
A shared compassion, deep and bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

VI. (Clarinet & French Horn - Building in strength and harmony)
The clarinet joins, a steady beat,
The French horn's voice, can't be beat,
"We'll face the world, hand in hand,"
"A symphony of love, we'll stand."
A fortress built on trust and care,
A bond unbreakable, beyond compare.

VII. (Strings swell, a crescendo of hope and resilience)
The strings arise, a vibrant surge,
A tapestry of dreams emerge,
"No matter what, we'll find our way,"
"Together we'll greet a brighter day."
A symphony of hope takes flight,
A future painted, bold and bright.

VIII. (All instruments together, a joyous finale)
The music swells, a joyful sound,
A harmony of love profound,
Two souls entwined, forever near,
Conquering doubts, banishing fear.
A symphony of life's sweet song,
Together we'll always belong.

(Outro - Strings fade softly, leaving a sense of peace and optimism)

The sea is a cold and restless entity,
A deep, unending trough of brine and foam.
Its surface reflects the shifting skies,
A field of endless, heaving water.

The waves rise, great mountains of the deep,
Then crash and fall upon the shore.
Their strength a constant, unrelenting force,
That land cannot overcome or ignore.

The open sea holds mystery unseen,
A shadowed place where waves collide and break.
The flux and flow, a ceaseless, silent scene,
A constant dance that nature subtly makes.

The tide comes and goes at measured pace,
An ancient rhythm of ebb and swell.
Its pull a gravitational, powerful grace,
That rules the coasts and where wild things dwell.

The current runs, a river in the sea,
A hidden path where life finds its own way.
A constant shift, a moving tapestry,
Of hidden things it carries night and day.

Beneath the waves, a kingdom dark and strange,
Where creatures swim in depths beyond our ken.
An unknown world, a wonder to exchange
For all the treasures and the toils of men.

The salt spray stings, a bitter, bracing kiss,
Upon the face of those who brave the sea.
A humbling power, wild and full of bliss,
Both beautiful and terrible to decree.

The ocean vast and ever free,
Remains a mystery, both loved and feared.
Its power timeless, for eternity,
A constant presence, ever held revered.