In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Robert’s heart found its gentle way.
Among the birch and pine’s embrace,
He sought love’s tender, secret place.

The paths he walked with steady stride,
Held whispers of love that never hide.
In every leaf and every breeze,
He found a love that put him at ease.

Though the world may chill and storms may rise,
His love burned bright beneath the skies.
In silent glades and moonlit nights,
He cherished love’s eternal lights.

For love, he knew, was more than a song,
It was the journey, the path so long.
In Robert’s heart, it forever stayed,
A gentle force that never decayed.