Morning light drapes the quiet street,
A vision steps where shadows meet.
Promises light as autumn leaves,
Drifting past where the heart perceives.
Whispers in the breeze, secrets untold,
Love's journey begins to unfold.
It's not in the stars, but the roads we pave,
Silent tales of the quiet and brave.
Love's not a scripted play or destined part,
It's a freestyle map of the human heart.
Beneath the moon, we traced lines in the dark,
Dreamers' feet finding hidden marks.
Seasons shift, and truths slowly bestow,
Teaching us more than we thought to know.
Whispers in the breeze, secrets untold,
Love's journey begins to unfold.
It's not in the stars, but the roads we pave,
Silent tales of the quiet and brave.
Love's not a scripted play or destined part,
It's a freestyle map of the human heart.
Echoes linger, summer's soft sighs,
Truths unveiled under changing skies.
Not in the glance where forever lies,
But in the shared, unfolding times.
Now I see, no myth to chase,
But a companion in each embrace.
With their smile, the road's worth revealed,
In our shared steps, the story is sealed.
It's not in the stars, but the roads we pave,
Silent tales of the quiet and brave.
Love's not a scripted play or destined part,
It's a freestyle map of the human heart.
Love's not a script or destined part,
But a freestyle map of the human heart.