For Lada, my friend, my steady star,

I see the beauty in each of your scars.

Lines that tell stories, written deep,

I'd wrap them in light, so tender, so steep.

With stars, I'd trace the marks on your skin,

to let the brightness start from within.

You've weathered storms I'll never know,

but I'll be here, come fire, come snow.

You're more than the heartache, more than the pain,

in every color, in sun and in rain.

I love all of you, for who you are,

bi, beautiful, bold—a radiant star.

If sadness comes, I'd take it away,

turn darkness to dawn, make night into day.

You mean so much, more than words can say,

Lada, I'll stand by you, come what may.

For every moment, through laughter and tears,

I'll be your anchor, through all of the years.

No part of you ever taken for granted—

you're loved, you're enough, you're deeply enchanted.