“Eternal Flame of Love”

In the soft rhythm of the evening breeze,
Love whispers gently through silver trees.
Two hearts meet beneath the endless sky,
Where dreams are born and sorrows die.

Your touch — a language without sound,
Where every heartbeat is newly found.
The world fades softly, shadows depart,
As your name writes poems upon my heart.

In your eyes, I see the sunrise glow,
A world of warmth I’ve longed to know.
Your smile becomes my sacred place,
Where time itself slows down its race.

True love is not a fleeting fire,
But a quiet warmth that never tires.
It grows through storms, through joy and pain,
And blossoms bright after every rain.

Romantic feelings bloom like spring,
With every word, with every string.
Our souls entwine in silent grace,
Two destinies meet, one heart, one space.

In every tear, in every sigh,
There lives a promise that won’t die.
Even when the stars grow dim,
My world will still revolve around him (or her).

Love is patient, tender, and kind,
It heals the scars we leave behind.
Through the seasons of loss and gain,
It whispers softly, again and again.

A soulmate’s touch, a sacred tune,
Guided by the light of the moon.
Every kiss, a prayer to the skies,
Every moment, a sweet surprise.

So let forever be written here,
In the language only hearts can hear.
For even if the night must fall,
Love remains — the truest call.

Eternal flame, forever bright,
You turn my darkness into light.
Through life, through death, through all above,
You are — and will be — my endless love.