Historical Love

Written in dust on old stone walls,
Love stood where ages fall.

Not born of faces or gentle eyes,
But vows beneath open skies.

It marched with drums and silent prayer,
Shared by souls who dared to care.

Through wars, through loss, through broken land,
It lived in a promise, hand to hand.

In letters sealed with fading ink,
In moments where brave hearts think.

Crowns fell down and names grew old,
Yet this love never sold.

History turned its restless page,
Still love remained, wise with age.

Thank you.