From the moment mine eyes didst fall upon fair Neha, my heart was lost. She is the most beautiful girl, not only in visage but in spirit, where kindness doth bloom as roses in spring.

With whispered words and moonlit sighs, love took root, steadfast as the stars. In her laughter, joy doth sing; in her gaze, heaven itself doth shine. Through trials and triumphs, our hearts beat as one, bound by fate’s own hand.

To love her is to breathe, to exist, to dream. In her arms, I have found my home, now and forevermore.