In the gentle cradle of the morning light, Where shadows dance and dreams alight, Lies the fragile bond that hearts…
In the quiet whispers of the night, When shadows dance upon the wall, Faith in God becomes the light, Guiding…
Beneath the ancient oak’s embrace, We carved our names in time’s own space. With laughter echoing through the leaves, We…
In the quiet of the dawnâs embrace, Where shadows yield to morningâs grace, A whisper stirs the soul to rise,…
In the garden of our shared dreams, Where laughter once bloomed bright and free, Now lies a shadowed, silent seam,…
In the quiet corners of two souls entwined, Trust weaves its gentle thread, unseen yet strong, A dance of whispered…
In the quiet whispers of the heart, Where silence speaks louder than words, Lies the sacred bond of trust, unfurling…
In the web of silvered lies we spin, Threads of truth are thin and frail; A puppet master’s delicate grin,…
In the quiet corners of the heart, Where whispers of love begin, Lies a tale of tender starts, Amidst the…