We walked through flames, hand clasped in hand,
When trials blazed and shadows danced.
Our love, a shield, held firm and grand,
Against the fears that harshly pranced.
The embers cooled, the smoke did clear,
But scars remain, a whispered tale.
Of battles fought, and doubts held dear,
And love that weathered every gale.
Now laughter rings, a joyous chime,
As memories paint a tender hue.
For weathered hearts entwined in time,
Find strength in joys, the old, the new.
Through playful jests and whispered jokes,
Our bond grows deeper, roots expand.
We laugh at fears, at life's odd spokes,
In this love, a sacred, promised land.
So let the flames ignite once more,
And laughter weave its golden thread.
For in this heart, forevermore,
Love's fire and light will brightly tread.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith


Comments (1)
This was so magical and lovely! Loved your wonderful poem!