Fingers Crossed

Beneath the stars, where whispers play,
Our hearts entwine, a gentle sway,
In tender glances, a wondrous thing is born,
A flame that dances till the morn.

In every touch, a new world unfolds,
In every word, a beautiful story told,
Of passion fierce, of modest grace,
Of us finding home in one embrace.

The moonlight paints our golden dream,
Where time stands still, a flowing stream,
And in beaming light, our souls align,
A sacred bond, a thread so divine.

Through every trial, through every tear,
Ours stands steadfast, a bliss ever near,
It blooms in joy, and weathers the pain through kiss.
A promise sung in soft refrain, no line is missed.

Far more than words can ever say,
It is in the silence too, and in the way,
Our hands speak tenderly without a sound,
All gentle moves for a love once lost, and then is found.

So let ours be pure and free,
A dance of our hearts in harmony,
For in this world where truth is elusive, we found something truer:
A gift unwrapped from up above, binding us forever. . .

-fingers crossed—and beyond.