Darling Is My Favourite Word

In whispers soft, the word unfolds,

"D-A-R-L-I-N-G," a tale it holds.

A symphony of letters, a melody sweet,

In every syllable, love and warmth meet.

Darling, a beacon in the darkest night,

A balm for wounds, a soothing light.

In its embrace, hearts find their song,

A cadence of affection that lasts lifelong.

Oh, darling, a gem in language's treasure,

A word that weaves joy beyond measure.

In its simplicity, a universe is spun,

A love-laden ode, forever begun.

Darling, a word so tender, so sweet,

In its warmth, fears and doubts subside,

As lovers find solace side by side.

Oh, darling, my favorite word by far,

You shine bright as the evening star.

In your whispered echo, I find my bliss,

A timeless vow sealed with a kiss.

Forever and always, in love's embrace,

Darling, you'll forever hold your place.