In the gentle whispers of the morning light,
True love dances, tender and bright.
Through shadows and sun, it weaves its way,
A faithful companion, come what may.

In the quiet moments, when all is still,
Hearts entwined, a promise to fulfill.
Through storms that rage and winds that blow,
True love stands firm, a steady glow.

Seasons change, and time moves on,
Yet love remains, a timeless song.
In every heartbeat and every sigh,
True love lives, it cannot die.

With every step, hand in hand,
A journey together, perfectly planned.
In laughter and tears, through night and day,
True love grows, come what may.