Captured beneath layers of antiquity, our sentiments rest in serene havens. Time's silent whispers
echo the shared warmth of entwined moments. As if sculpted by celestial hands, each fossilized
prism of thought invites fingers to trace destiny's delicate lace.
Meeting hearts, ardor captured beneath history's soil, yearning voices that reverberate,
undeniable in their gentle upheaval, escaping the bonds of obscurity.
Gifted in daylight's pale golden glow, our essence breathes among echoes of epochs past,
a devoted soliloquy beating against the fabric of existence.
Descending chasms of dreams, we dance in the shadowed rhythms of forgotten serenades. The
orchestra of our memories tuned by love's tender conduct, urges us to weave eternity's vivid
reveries.