In the gentle ticking of the clock’s embrace,
Love whispers secrets lost in time’s trace.
Hours dance softly in the moonlit glow,
As hearts entwine where shadows flow.

The sunrise paints dreams in golden hues,
Each moment a canvas, love’s tender muse.
Through seasons’ change, love’s constant thread,
We weave our stories, where words are said.

Twilight descends with stars’ gentle sigh,
Time holds our hands as night passes by.
In the silence, love’s echoes remain,
A timeless symphony, a sweet refrain.

As dawn awakens the world anew,
Love’s eternal promise, steadfast and true.
Through the hours, love’s journey unfolds,
Time’s tapestry, a story of old.