In a valley where emerald trees
whisper secrets to the sky,
nestled in nature's green embrace,
a cottage rests quietly.
its roof, kissed by the gentle touch
of time, shelters dreams woven
in the loom of love,
a sanctuary where each dawn awaken to the serenade of doves.
here, in this haven
where flowers bloom
like laughter in the air,
our hearts would find their rhythm, dancing in the meadow's tender care.
the hills would echo softly
with the lullaby of winds that sing,
a melody of solace,
cradling us gently in its wing.
oh babe, in this quiet retreat,
where the world seems
a distant memory,
we’d write our story
in the...