In the whispers of the morning light,
Time weaves its intricate design,
Moments fleeting, yet hearts ignite,
In love’s tender, endless line.

As shadows stretch and days unfold,
Love remains a constant guide,
Though time may claim the stories told,
In love’s embrace, we abide.

The moonlit nights and sunlit days,
Mark the rhythm of time’s flow,
But love, unbound by time’s decay,
In every heartbeat, it will grow.

When time’s sands have all but slipped,
And the stars above begin to fade,
Love endures, an eternal script,
In the tapestry of life it’s laid.