In the quiet of the night, under the moon's soft glow, Echoes of laughter, of tears, of whispers low. Each word, each line, a testament of time, In the dance of ink and paper, a rhythm, a rhyme. Yesterday's pages, tomorrow's dreams, intertwined, In the heart of the poet, a world undefined. Through the veil of the past, the future peers, In the silence of the moment, the universe hears.
Throughout the years our love,
Have danced to ebb tide. With bated breath and joys of passion,that only happens with our love, as the universe...listens
Your delicately gleaming,
Your delicately gleaming, euphorically beautiful style can be described by your own words:
"In the dance of ink and paper . . ."
There are poems that move us and there are poems that immerse us. This lilting, hypnotic love song does both, and with lines that could stand alone as timeless gems:
"Through the veil of the/ past, the future peers, In the silence of the moment, the/ universe hears."
What epic insight followed by the most jubilant celebration of unshakable love. This is how true devotion shines when crystallized in excellence.