A Symphony of Us

Beneath the sky, a canvas wide,

Our story whispers, side by side.

Each star above, a silent muse,

Guides my heart, which you suffuse.

Your touch, a flame, both soft and bright,

Turns shadows into beams of light.

In every glance, your soul I see,

A boundless sea that carries me.

Your laughter lingers in the air,

A melody beyond compare.

It dances through my quiet mind,

A song of love, uniquely kind.

With every word, your voice bestows

A warmth that only my heart knows.

You speak, and time forgets to flow;

In your embrace, the world does glow.

Oh, how the moon envies your grace,

It pales beside your radiant face.

And morning sun, so bold, so true,

Still dims before the light of you.

Your eyes, two pools of endless depth,

Hold dreams I’ve cherished, fears I’ve wept.

They draw me close, a siren’s call,

I dive, I sink, I crave it all.

Each moment shared, a treasure rare,

A fleeting brush, a strand of hair.

The way you smile, the way you sigh,

The tender pause before "goodbye."

I find in you my quiet peace,

A harbor where all storms do cease.

And though the winds of time may test,

With you, I’m fearless, ever blessed.

We wander paths both paved and wild,

You, my muse, my heart's own child.

Through hills of joy and vales of pain,

Your love, my constant, will remain.

No word could cage this boundless fire,

No verse could match my heart’s desire.

For you, my love, are more than art;

You are the breath within my heart.

The days may fade, the seasons turn,

But for your love, my soul will yearn.

In endless time, through life and death,

You are the air in every breath.

And should the stars fall from their place,

Should time forget the human race,

My love for you would still endure,

A force unyielding, vast, and pure.

For love is not a fleeting flame,

Nor fragile vow, nor fleeting name.

It is a bond the soul does weave,

A truth in which I will believe.

So take my hand, my dearest one,

We’ll chase the moon, we’ll greet the sun.

Together, we’ll create our song,

A symphony, forever strong.

And when our days at last grow few,

When earth reclaims both me and you,

Let it be known, this love was real,

A testament to all we feel.

This love of ours, both vast and free,

A timeless, perfect melody.

No end, no start, just endless bliss—

Our souls entwined in every kiss.