Currents of the Heart

Like leaves on a river, we dance with the flow,
caressed by the currents, lost in the undertow.
Whispered dreams echo, repeat, repeat,
as time bends, curves, and softens in our wake.

Hands entwined, fingers lace like threads of fate,
weaving into the tapestry of eternal flow.
Your eyes reflect rivers, endless, wide, bright,
capturing stars as they sleep in your gaze.

In the heart's tide, the rhythm pulses, a distant drum,
every beat a promise, a glimmer of a world undone.
Listen, listen to the whisper, the sigh, the flow,
it carries secrets, truths sung in the moon's glow.