In the gentle rustle of the trees,
Where whispers of the wind reside,
Love dances on the tender breeze,
Softly swaying from side to side.
The moonlit night becomes her stage,
Casting shadows with a gentle hand,
As love pens poems on each page,
In a language we understand.
Stars above hum a sweet refrain,
Their twinkle like a lover’s song,
For love finds joy in every grain,
In moments fleeting yet so strong.
Oh, love, a painter in the sky,
With strokes of colors bold and bright,
She crafts her art with every sigh,
Filling hearts with endless light.