In the quiet of the night, we pledge our hearts,
Beneath the silver moon, where dreams take flight.
Promises woven in the tapestry of stars,
Each word a thread, binding souls tight.

With every dawn, the vows we speak anew,
Carving hope into the canvas of the day.
Through trials and storms, our bond stays true,
A beacon shining, guiding our way.

In moments of doubt, when shadows fall,
Your voice a melody, soothing the fear.
Promises whispered, answering love’s call,
In your embrace, the world feels near.

As time flows, and seasons change their hue,
Our promises age, like fine wine’s grace.
Each pledge a testament, to love so true,
Eternally written on our hearts’ embrace.