The Three Amigos

The Three Amigos

In moonlit whispers where shadows sigh,

Three hearts entwined, as stars flicker high,

Each amigo yearning, a tender thread,

In the sweet embrace where dreams are spread.

Diego, with colors bright as dawn,

His brush meeting canvas, as hopes are drawn,

With every stroke, his spirit would soar,

In portraits painted, she’s whom he adored.

Javier spun verses like gentle rain,

Words that lingered, a soft refrain,

His sonnets danced on the silken breeze,

A serenade of love meant to please.

Then came Miguel, with kindness aglow,

In simple gestures, his heart would show,

A flower in hand and warmth in embrace,

In the tender moments, he found his place.

But love's sweet mystery, a fickle muse,

In glances shared and hesitant cues,

Isabella wandered through the depths of night,

Seeking the truth in that fleeting light.

Three hearts, one garden, would they intertwine?

Or would the road of love draw a gentle line?

For in her laughter, a truth would arise,

A spark ignited in the depths of her eyes.

So under the stars where their stories bloom,

They vowed to cherish, dispel all the gloom,

For love is a journey, a dance in the light,

A melody woven in the cloak of the night.

And perhaps in the morn when the sun greets the day,

Three amigos would find, in their own special way,

That love, like a flower, blossoms and glows,

In the garden of friendship, where true love flows.