Beneath the ancient oaks we wander, Hand in hand through misty moors, Where whispers of the past still linger, In…
In the heart of London, where the Thames flows, Lies a tale of love beneath the stars aglow. Cobblestone paths…
In the gentle mist of morning’s hue, Where cobblestone paths lay old and true, A love unfolds beneath the sky,…
In misty mornings where whispers linger, Love blooms softly, like dew on heather, Gentle hands weave through ancient gardens, Hearts…
Beneath the ancient oaks, we strolled the cobbled ways, In the heart of London, where history lays, The Thames whispered…