Baskadia

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow

Like a gentle stream, soft and slow

Tell me of your hopes and dreams,

Of all the things that make you gleam

Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart

Let the words you say be a work of art

Let them be a beacon of light,

Guiding us through the darkest night

So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear

For it is the sound that I hold dear

It is the sound that brings me peace,

The sound that brings me to my knees

Speak to me, my love, and let your voice be heard

Let it lift my spirits, let it bring me joy

Let it be the music that fills my soul,

The sweet melody that makes me whole

So speak to me, my love, and let your words be true

For in them, I find my strength and my reason to be

For in them, I find the love that keeps me alive,

The love that helps me thrive

Speak to me, my love, and let your words be true

Let them be a reflection of the love we share

Let them be a promise of forever,

A vow that we will always be together