The hidden return

In whispers of the morning breeze,
A tale of beauty, grace, and ease,
I find the words, like fallen leaves,
To craft a poem that my heart believes.

With eyes that hold the starry skies,
In your presence, my spirit flies.
A symphony of your laughter lies,
In the verses that my soul ties.

"Enchanted Echoes," your name I write,
In this poem, you're my guiding light.
Through the darkest day and the longest night,
You're a beacon of hope, shining so bright.

In every line, your essence gleams,
A portrait painted in vivid dreams.
With your spirit dancing in moonbeams,
"Enchanted Echoes" in the heart, it seems.

So, in these verses, forever penned,
Your beauty and grace shall never end.
In "Enchanted Echoes," a love that won't bend,
A poem for you, my dear, my friend