Beneath the moon, two breaths entwine,
A dance of souls, where stars align.
True love begins where shadows part,
Alchemy engraved in the heart.

To love is not to grasp or own,
But seeds of kindness gently sown.
For love is not a fleeting spark,
But sunfire piercing timeless dark.

A heart that listens, deep and clear,
Holds joy’s song and sorrow’s tear.
To truly love is to lose and to be found—
A paradox of dark and light, forever bound.

Love dismantles what walls defend,
And sees the stranger as a friend.
To mend the frayed, to soothe the ache,
A golden thread no tempest breaks.

In soil rich where roots intertwine,
A strong tree grows tall, both yours and mine.
Through turn of seasons, sun and rain,
Our living vow will still remain.

So plant your joy in every tear,
Let gratitude dissolve all fear.
True love, a trinity enshrined,
That fuses body, soul, and mind.