Fields of love

In the field of affection, where hearts lace,In the midst of the glades, green and fine,Two spirits in cadence, connected at the hip,An account of affection, both sweet and stupendous.Underneath the immense and interminable sky,Our adoration takes off, so high, so near.Murmurs of the breeze, our sweet refrain,In this field of affection, we track down no agony.With each second, our bond develops further,In this field of adoration, where we should be.An embroidery of feelings, tones, and elegance,In the field of adoration, our hearts track down their place.So let us dance in this field so fair,A romantic tale unparalleled.In the nursery of friendship, where we've developed,In the field of adoration, everlastingly known.