Art and music in her, a symphony of light. Her soul is a canvas, emotions a hue, A violin's strings play a tune like her heart. Tulips dance in her garden, cats at her feet, Her dream car awaits, on the 11 street. Her heart is a masterpiece of her own, A symphony of love, a song to call home. In her garden of dreams, she'll always find, I wish you love, through all time.