In the gentle hush of morning light,
Two hearts dance to a silent song,
A tender gaze, a fleeting touch,
In this world where they belong.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Dreams are woven with threads of gold,
Promises whispered in the breeze,
Stories of love yet to unfold.
The universe pauses, holding its breath,
As young hearts carve their paths anew,
In every glance, a universe of hope,
In every heartbeat, a love so true.
Time stands still in this sacred space,
Where innocence and passion meet,
In the garden of youth, love blooms,
A melody tender and bittersweet.