In the quiet corners of our hearts,
Where whispers gently reside,
Love paints a story on blank pages,
Of dreams that never hide.

With words that dance like autumn leaves,
And sighs that touch the soul,
We find our solace in each other,
Making broken pieces whole.

In every glance, a world unfolds,
A universe of grace and chance,
Where time delays its hurried pace,
To watch our love’s dance.

So let us hold this precious light,
That flickers in the night,
For in its glow, we find our way,
And everything feels right.