A tendril reaching, shy and green, Across a gap unseen, between Two souls that

wander, lost and lone, Until a touch, a light is known.

Love's ember sparks, a gentle flame, That flickers soft, yet all the same, Can burn away
the coldest night, And fill the world with warming light.

Through laughter's chime and whispered vow, A bond is built, both strong and true. Two
hearts that beat as one, entwined, A solace for the searching mind.

Love's tapestry, with threads of gold, Of stories shared, both new and old. A patient
hand to hold so tight, A guiding star in darkest night.

So let love bloom, a fragrant rose, With thorns that prick, where passion grows. For in
its grasp, we find our rest, A love that shelters, ever blessed.