“Roam & Romance”

Beige Minimalist Romantic Couple

“Roam & Romance”

Across the silver line of dawn, I roam,
With love as compass, and the world as home.
Through whispering winds and soft sunrise,
I chase the glow in your wandering eyes.

Every step I take feels like a dance,
A melody of roam and romance.
The roads unfold like verses untold,
And your laughter is my pot of gold.

Mountains hum our song of delight,
Rivers shimmer beneath the night.
Every mile becomes a chance,
To lose ourselves in travel and romance.

Beneath the stars, beneath the skies,
We write our poems with open eyes.
In every city, in every hue,
The world feels gentler next to you.

Your hand in mine — my sacred map,
Guiding me through time’s gentle lap.
No guidebook tells what hearts may find,
When love and travel intertwine.

From Paris lights to desert sands,
We build our dreams with open hands.
The waves at Goa kiss our feet,
As sea and soul in rhythm meet.

Every sunset is a whispered vow,
Every road begins with now.
Romance blooms where wanderers go,
In the language only lovers know.

Through winding lanes of Rome’s embrace,
Through misty hills and moon’s soft grace,
Our hearts remain in sweet suspense,
Bound by love’s poetic sense.

Wanderlust becomes devotion’s art,
Every journey starts from heart.
We roam not just through lands unknown,
But through the soul — where love has grown.

In Venice rain or Himalayan snow,
You are the dream my footsteps know.
Every border fades, every moment gleams,
As love turns journeys into dreams.

No distance wide, no road too long,
When hearts are brave, the world feels strong.
We travel through time’s fleeting chance,
In endless roam and romance.

So let’s not wait for maps or signs,
Let’s trace our fate through stars’ designs.
Love’s horizon calls us near,
To wander boldly, year by year.

We’ll build a home of sky and sand,
A universe carved by our hands.
Wherever we go, whatever we see,
You’re the heartbeat of my destiny.

For life itself is a sacred dance,
A journey of roam and romance.
Through every place, through every chance,
I’ll roam this world — and call it our romance.

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