In the quiet whispers of the night, Trust stands as a gentle light, A beacon in the darkest hour, Binding…
Through the darkest nights we tread, hand in hand we face the dread, With whispered words and silent cries, together…
In the quirky twists of love’s embrace, We find ourselves in a humorous race. From mismatched socks to burnt toast…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Trust is the anchor, holding tight, Through storm and calm, it stands so…
Love can be a funny thing, you see, With giggles, jokes, and endless glee. We laugh at quirks, at silly…