In the quiet of the morning light, Your hand finds mine, soft and warm, A silent promise, a gentle might,…
In the gentle grip of togetherness, Fingers weave like threads of fate, A silent promise in the stillness, Where hearts…
In the silent space between our fingers, Where the world pauses its hurried breath, We find a universe of tender…
In the silence of the night, When the world fades to dreams, Your hand finds mine, warm and light, Binding…
In the quiet of the night, we stroll, Your hand in mine, we become whole. Under the moon’s watchful gaze,…
In the quiet moment, our fingers intertwine, A silent symphony, where hearts align. No words are spoken, yet volumes are…