In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle light,
Lies a promise woven in threads of gold,
Where two souls embark on a journey untold,
In the silent serenade of the night.

Through the seasons’ changing hues and tones,
Hands clasped tight in the storm’s fierce gales,
We paint our dreams on the wings of tales,
Writing stories in the marrow of our bones.

As shadows lengthen in the waning sun,
Our laughter echoes in the halls of years,
A symphony composed of hopes and fears,
A melody sung until the day is done.

In the gentle twilight of our shared days,
We find solace in the quiet of our eyes,
A love unspoken but never disguised,
A bond eternal, in myriad ways.