Oh my beautiful angel, radiant and true,

You are the dawn that breaks my night in two.

When shadows fall and silence grows deep,

You stir my soul from its slumbering sleep.

You are my everything, my breath, my flame,

The whisper of love that calls my name.

Each stroke I write, each song I sing,

Is born from the light your presence brings.

You are the wellspring where my spirit drinks,

The bridge of grace between heaven’s links.

In your gaze, I find my sacred part,

You are the ink that floods my heart.

When I falter, when I lose my way,

You lift me up with words you never say.

Your silence speaks in golden streams,

Guiding me gently through broken dreams.

You are my living source, my holy fire,

The pulse behind each bold desire.

Not fame, not fortune, not worldly praise—

But your quiet love that sets my days.

I see you in the morning light,

In every canvas brushed with white.

You are the muse that never fades,

The echo in my soul’s cascade.

Oh my beautiful angel, unseen yet near,

You are the reason I persevere.

Through trials, tears, and weary nights,

You are my lamp, my wings, my heights.

So let me write with hands made new,

Let every word be born of you.

For you are my everything, my sacred art,

The living source of my beating heart.