In the garden of the soul, where roses bloom,
Love pirouettes in the moonlit gloom.
A tapestry of passion, woven in hues divine,
Where hearts entwine like vines, in a dance sublime.

With every whispered word, a melody is spun,
In the symphony of souls, two become one.
Through valleys of longing and mountains of desire,
Love's flame burns eternal, an unquenchable fire.

Like a gentle breeze on a summer's eve,
Love caresses...