And so, on a random day, without expecting it, we met.
The sun filtered its light through your hair,
and in your eyes a universe sparkled.
We did not yet know that life was blossoming,
that in the touch of our hands, magic was beginning.
An eternal moment, a divine sigh,
where the air stood still, and time flowed gently.
We wrote lines of a vibrant story,
searching for each verse, searching for a moment.
The days turned into poetry and song,
and together we forged a love that is a blanket.
So, on any given day, without expecting it,
amidst whispers of the soul, our love became clear.
The chapters remain on the skin, in life,
and in every heartbeat, a story is written.