In the quiet whispers of the night,
A love that knows no end, no fight,
Boundless as the starry skies,
Unwavering through lows and highs.
It’s in the gentle touch of hands,
In understanding without demands,
A promise kept through endless time,
A melody without a rhyme.
Through storms and sunlit days,
Love finds its gentle ways,
An anchor in the wildest sea,
A testament of what will be.
No chains can bind this sacred vow,
No conditions, just here and now,
A heart that beats in endless grace,
In love’s eternal, warm embrace.