In the cradle of eternal skies,
Time whispers softly, unseen, unheard,
Love blooms like flowers in the night,
Their dance an endless, wordless song.
Seasons shift in gentle embrace,
Time carves its mark on every face,
Yet love, a river, flows unbound,
Through every heart it makes its way.
Moments linger, then drift away,
Timeâs relentless, steady march,
But love, a flame that never fades,
Illuminates the darkest paths.
In the tapestry of fleeting days,
Time and love weave stories bright,
Together they paint the endless skies,
A masterpiece of life and light.