In the quiet twilight of our days,
Love whispers softly, in so many ways.
Your hand in mine, a tender art,
Silhouettes of affection, the whispers of the heart.
Two stars in the night sky, burning bright,
Your laughter, my beacon, my guiding light.
Though worlds apart, we chart
A course through the cosmos, constellations of two hearts.
Through bustling streets and quiet glens,
A ribbon of love, no beginning, no ends.
In every breath and every move,
An unending dance, in a seamless groove.
Love awakes with the sunrise,
And in your eyes, it's likewise.
Warmth spreads with the day's new face,
As we share a tender sunrise embrace.
Evening falls; the stars' soft grace,
Lends a glow to your sweet face.
In love's gentle, ever-steady pace,
We find our timeless, sacred space.
In the simple beat of our hearts,
Are the rhythms of affection.
Each throb, a song chart,
An anthology of connection.
Grace notes played apart,
Yet forming a perfect collection.
Music that shall never depart,
The melody of our direction.
Beneath the moon's soft veil we stand,
Love, a seed in the open land.
Tended with care, the bloom so grand,
A testament to life's sweetest brand.
Time may pass like the shifting sand,
Yet in our garden, love will expand,
Flourishing in the warmth of your hand,
Eternal, as the sea's endless strand.
Our silence speaks in volumes unmeasured,
In every pause, our love is treasured.
An echo of two hearts, perfectly pressured,
In symphony bound, forever endeared.
Love is a cascade ever flowing,
Through the cracks and crevices, glowing,
An eternal river, without knowing,
A boundless sea, forever growing.
In its depth, our souls are rowing,
In storms, and in the gentle blowing,
Of life's wind, to each other showing,
The power of our hearts openly bestowing.
Love comes in like the rolling tide,
A silent roar that will not hide.
Drawn by the moon with each stride,
Awashed anew in love's pride.
Through highs and lows, a constant guide,
In its embrace, our souls collide.
With every ebb, our fears have died,
In the ocean of love, we reside.
The infinity of love's gentle clasp,
A chain unbroken, within our grasp.
Through stormy trials, our breaths may rasp,
But in your arms, my heart does gasp.
With every touch, a hand to clasp,
In love’s warm glow, forever enwrap.
And until time's final, earthly asp,
Ours is a constancy to outlast.