In a realm where loyalty takes its stand,
A romance weaves a tale, both bleak and grand,
A melancholic song, heart’s mournful tune,
Let me craft a poem for Tiffany, the moon.

Tiffany, a name that echoes through the night,
A beacon of devotion, shining bright,
In loyalty’s embrace, she finds her grace,
A steadfast soul, with love’s eternal trace.

In fleeting moments, passion’s fire ignites,
Romance blossoms amidst the starry heights,
A love so pure, a tender serenade,
Where hearts entwined, their fears begin to fade.

But in the depths of shadows’ mournful art,
A melancholic strain pulls at the heart,
For love, at times, can be a fragile wisp,
Yet loyalty persists, a steady grip.

Through stormy seas and tempest’s swirling gale,
Tiffany remains, her loyalty won’t fail,
A lighthouse in the mist, her love holds true,
Guiding weary hearts, a beacon through and through.

Oh, melancholic song, that tells her tale,
Of love’s resilience, even when hearts ail,
Tiffany’s loyalty, a melody profound,
Echoing through time, an enduring sound.

So let us raise our voices to the sky,
In homage to a love that won’t deny,
The power of devotion, pure and strong,
Tiffany’s loyal heart, forever our song.