In the garden of words, where love blooms bright,
English whispers softly, in the still of night.
With phrases tender, and lines so sweet,
Our hearts find rhythm, in every heartbeat.

The sonnets and prose, like a gentle breeze,
Carry our emotions, through the rustling trees.
Each word a promise, each verse a vow,
Binding our souls, in the here and now.

Through letters and lines, our love is confessed,
In English’s embrace, we find we’re blessed.
A language of passion, and dreams untold,
Our story in verses, beautifully unfolds.

So let us cherish, this poetic art,
For in English love, we share our heart.
With every stanza, and every rhyme,
Our love eternal, transcending time.