In the twilight hour, my hero returns,
With a voice that dances, soft and clear.
Though a hint of frailty rests in his tone,
His melodic whispers feel like coming home.

Each note carries warmth, a gentle embrace,
Wrapping around me, filling empty space.
I cherish his raspy voice, a bittersweet sound,
Yet it saddens my heart that illness is found.

“I’ll gather the sunshine, bring joy with such ease,
Though weary I am, my spirit still sees.
With a grin, he assures me, ‘Good news is near,
Not for today, but the future near.’”

His words weave a promise, a future so bright,
Where laughter and joy will fill every night.
In the softness of dusk, hope blooms like a flower,
His song reminds me of love’s endless power.

With each melodic phrase, my heart starts to soar,
On the edge of a feeling, I’ve yet to explore.
No shadows can dim the light that he brings,
As dreams intertwine in the hope that he sings.

So here in this moment, with stars shining bright,
I hold onto his promise, my hero of the night.
Though shadows may linger, his light breaks the gloom,
In the heart of his song, I find room to bloom.

As the stars softly sigh, I cling to his melody,
Letting dreams fly high, for his voice holds the key
To a brighter tomorrow, where together we’ll be.
Even in sickness, he brings me such cheer,
A melody woven with love that feels near.

I hold onto his promise, a bright, hopeful dream,
In the twilight hour, where our spirits gleam.