You’re the moon in the darkest hour
The stars blush when you speak
For the reflection of their simper can be seen through your eyes
You bring harmony to music, dreams to life
As heartstrings await to be played by your mandolin
Souls offer themselves as threads for your harp
While the wind awaits silently to hear the precious sound of your voice
Spellbound by your lullaby
Night Awakens to the arrival of your slumber,
the stars offer its skin as a road for your chariot
The sun awakens to the alarm of your morning yawn
You are the angel of light capable of bringing end to wars, peace to vengeful hearts
Altering violent spirits into pacifist, persuading one’s morale
With notes played by your violin
You are my yellow rose
Original work by - @onelovek