In the quiet whispers of the night,
Time weaves love’s eternal tapestry,
Moments drift like autumn leaves,
Binding hearts in timeless reverie.
The clock ticks, yet love stands still,
Through the years, it holds its place,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
In love’s sweet, undying grace.
Seasons pass and shadows fall,
Yet love remains, forever bright,
A beacon in the darkened hall,
Guiding us with gentle light.
As time unfolds its endless scroll,
Love’s story is forever told,
In every smile, in every tear,
Love endures, year after year.