Between the dawn and the twilight’s hue,
In whispered realms where dreams come true,
Lies a sacred bond, a gentle thread,
Of promises made, softly said.

Underneath the canopy of stars so bright,
We swore our vows by the silver light,
Through storms and calm, through night and day,
Our promises would never sway.

In the silence of the morning’s breath,
And in the shadows where the night finds rest,
Our words remain, like echoes past,
Carved in time, meant to last.

Forever bound by this unseen tie,
Our promises soar, they never die,
Through life’s great dance, through every turn,
In our hearts, they brightly burn.