In the gentle breeze of the morning light,
Love whispers softly, a tender sight.
It dances through the leaves of time,
A melody, an endless rhyme.

Through the trials of the darkest night,
Love remains, a guiding light.
With every heartbeat, strong and true,
It binds us closer, me and you.

In laughter’s echo, in tears’ embrace,
Love finds its home, a sacred place.
It weaves its magic, pure and kind,
Connecting hearts, soul and mind.

So let us cherish, with each new day,
The love that guides us on our way.
For in its warmth, we always find,
An example of love, forever entwined.