Beneath December's moonlit grace, our love took flight,
Two hearts entwined, in the softest night's delight.
Through countless seasons, our bond remains so sweet,
In the silent nights, where our hearts' rhythms meet.

Two blooms emerged in twilight's embrace,
A testament strong, to our love's steadfast grace.
Not mere petals, nor leaves in garden's green bowers,
Our children, a testament to late-night hours.

© Ku