In whispers soft as moonlit sighs, the story of love unfolds,
Where hearts entwine in starlit skies, in tales untold.
A dance of souls that intertwine, a bond that ever never ends,
Through joyous smiles and silent tears, through every bend.

A spark ignites in eyes that meet, a promise in a glance,
Two worlds collide, two hearts now beat, in just a sweet romance.
A touch so gentle, yet so bold, a warmth that never never fades,
The kind of love that turns to gold, through every shifting phase.

The glory of love, it shines so bright, it casts a glow around,
A beacon in the endless night, where hearts are always found.
It is in the laughter that you share, the whispers in the dawn,
The silent comfort of just being there, when all else is nearly drawn.

A symphony of whispers sweet, a sonnet sung by times gone by.
A canvas painted with a million shades, where hearts are nearby.
Through storms that rage and skies that weep, love's light remains,
A beacon through the tempest's deep, life's journey and endless campaign.

The story of love is not of roses, chocolates, or a ring,
But of two souls forever bound, forever spring.
It is in the quiet moments, when no words are spoken clear,
The silent symphony of hearts, that love does in all ways cheer.

Triumphant love, it soars above, a phoenix from the heaping ash,
A gentle force that shapes and moves, a timeless flash.
It is indeed in the strength to face the day, together side by side,
In every victory and dismay, forever as you stride.

Love is not a fleeting spark, a moment's fleeing flame,
It is within roots that dig so deep, they ever never can be tamed.
A garden grown from seeds of trust, with patience, time, and care,
Blossoming in every hue, beyond compare or danger.

The glory of love, so vast and free, it knows no bounds,
It speaks in every language, in all kaleidoscopic sounds.
It is in the gentle caress, the holding of a hand,
The silent promise to never leave, in every land.

So let us each every one celebrate this life, this force divine,
That makes the ordinary, a moment extraordinarily sublime.
For in the end, when all is through, it is our love that is left for us to let shine,
The greatest gift of all, found within, that is wholly yours and truly mine, for all time.

© Damian T Hallan