[Intro – Whispered prayer, slow keys, distant trumpet] Mi cielo… Mon chéri… Even God smiled the day you looked at me. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Soft, warm, full of slow wonder] You came to me like a Sunday wind, Wrapped in grace, wearin’ that dimpled grin. Didn’t rush my silence, didn’t fear my pain, You just sat close, and let love explain. Your voice—like hymns in a catedral. My hands—shakin’ but findin’ calm in yours. You ain’t just a woman, you’re a quiet storm, And baby, you brought my heart back warm. ⸻ [Chorus – Grand, gospel and mariachi kiss, bilingual blend] Mi cielo, mon chéri, you saved me slow, Lit a candle in a place I didn’t let anyone go. Te juro, mi vida, no hay nadie más— You kissed my scars, not just my past. Our table’s got five chairs, one soul, Two cultures meltin’ in the same gumbo bowl. Mi cielo… mon chéri… You’re not just love. You’re home to me. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Emotional build, strings + rhythm rise] You braid your daughter’s hair while hummin’ soul, Make tamales and talk to my boys like they’re whole. Your laugh’s got rhythm, your touch got grace, And your love? Baby, that’s my safe place. You didn’t try to replace what was lost, You honored her memory without cost. And somehow, in that sacred blend, You helped this man learn to love again. ⸻ [Chorus – Bigger now, choir joins softly in background] Mi cielo, mon chéri, heaven in brown eyes, Dancin’ with me under creole skies. No hay prisa, no fear, just soul and spice, Your love slow-cooks like Sunday rice. You brought heat where there once was cold, And gave this broken man back his soul. Mi cielo… mon chéri… You’re the answer to the prayer I didn’t know I made. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken over strings, heart on sleeve] They told me after loss, you just survive… But baby, you made me live. You didn’t fix me—you held me. You let me cry, then taught me how to sing again. In Spanish… in Southern… in love. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Everything swells: horns, piano, strings, choir, tears] Mi cielo, mon chéri, the moon and the flame, Your kiss don’t just thrill—it renames my name. From widower to warrior, from shadow to light, You turned my grief into holy night. Let ‘em talk, let the world look in— They’ll see a love built to never end. Mi cielo… mon chéri… You’re the hymn, the heat, the hallelujah in me. ⸻ [Outro – Whispered, over faint guitar and crickets] Mi cielo… Mon chéri… Tu amor es mi hogar. Your love… is my home

Mi Cielo, Mon Chéri