In the cradle of moments passing by,
Time whispers gently to hearts entwined.
Each second a note in love’s sweet lullaby,
Binding two souls through hours unrefined.
The clock ticks softly as love’s wings unfurl,
Floating in the gentle breeze of endless days.
Time holds the secrets of this tender whirl,
Where love blooms in its mysterious ways.
As shadows stretch beneath the golden sun,
We trace the lines of dreams once sown.
Time tenderly weaves what love has spun,
A tapestry of moments forever grown.
In love’s embrace, time stands still,
A silent witness to our whispered vows.
For in this dance, time bends to our will,
As love’s eternal promise gently allows.