Zephyr LE:

Your name’s a riddle I can’t unwind,

Etched in the stars, hard to define.

Four parts of earth, I lay as the frame,

Just to capture the essence of your name.

Three rivers flow, their hues combine,

Mountains rise, painting your design.

Two skies stretch in endless blue,

Each stroke whispers, “I love you.”

With heaven and earth as my canvas wide,

And oceans of ink where dreams collide,

My heart’s the pen, true and divine,

To write your perfection, line by line.

The winds they carry whispers near,

Of your beauty, vivid, crystal clear.

A masterpiece no hand could weave,

Yet in your grace, I choose to believe.

Every letter, a symphony,

Each curve, a verse of destiny.

Your name’s a poem I yearn to write,

A timeless tale in the moon’s soft light.

With heaven and earth as my canvas wide,

And oceans of ink where dreams collide,

My heart’s the pen, true and divine,

To write your perfection, line by line.

The winds they carry whispers near,

Of your beauty, vivid, crystal clear.

A masterpiece no hand could weave,

Yet in your grace, I choose to believe.

Every letter, a symphony,

Each curve, a verse of destiny.

Your name’s a poem I yearn to write,

A timeless tale in the moon’s soft light.

With heaven and earth as my canvas wide,

And oceans of ink where dreams collide,

My heart’s the pen, true and divine,

To write your perfection, line by line.

No words suffice, no art compares,

To what you are, beyond all prayers.

A miracle in human guise,

A glimpse of heaven in your eyes.

Your name’s the muse that guides my hand,

Through boundless seas and timeless lands.

With every stroke, my soul takes flight,

To write your beauty in the night.