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.