Beneath a velvet cloak of starry night,
Where cobblestones hum secrets to the moon,
Ethan and Amelia, bathed in silver light,
Their laughter echoing in a hushed tune.

His heart, a sonnet penned in nervous beat,
Entranced by her, a vision in the gaslight's gleam,
Her eyes, twin stars where constellations meet,
Her voice, a melody that haunts his dream.

Her steps, a waltz on autumn leaves they tread,
His touch, a spark that sets her spirit free,
A whispered vow, a promise silently said,
Beneath the watchful gaze of history.

Tower Bridge, a stoic witness to their tryst,
Houses of Parliament, their love's decree,
Each glance, a brushstroke, painting love's soft mist,
A masterpiece unfolding silently.

As moonbeams fade, and shadows softly creep,
Their hearts entwine, a love that's meant to be,
London's magic woven, secrets they will keep,
Two souls entwined, for all eternity.


© Medwickxxiv