In the quiet of the forest’s embrace,
Love blooms in the whispering leaves,
A symphony of nature’s grace,
Where every heart silently believes.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The world slows its hurried pace,
In the rustle of the gentle breeze,
Love finds its sacred space.

Mary’s words, a tender touch,
Echo through the timeless air,
Reminding us that love is such,
A treasure beyond compare.

So let us heed her soulful call,
To cherish love in every breath,
For in the end, it’s love that will,
Guide us through life’s depth.