In the gentle mist of morning’s hue,
Where cobblestone paths lay old and true,
A love unfolds beneath the sky,
With whispers soft as time drifts by.

Through gardens lush where roses bloom,
And echoes of a distant loom,
Two hearts entwine in tender grace,
A sacred bond, a warm embrace.

Beneath the oaks, where shadows play,
In quiet glens of softest clay,
A promise made with eyes so bright,
A beacon in the endless night.

As rain taps gently on the pane,
Two souls find solace from the rain,
In British lands where love is true,
A timeless tale of me and you.