Love, a compass guiding me, a beacon in the night,
For thou art with me, a constant, shining light.
My heart, a harbor safe, where your presence finds its rest,
A symphony of souls, our love forever blessed.
The sun, a metaphor for your warmth, is so bright and bold,
Your smile, a sunrise, a story to be told.
The moon, a gentle echo, of your love that knows no end,
With every star that twinkles, our love will transcend.
For thou art with me, my soul's companion true,
Love, a tapestry woven, forever me and you.

while
letting the
great magician
pull a white
fluffy rabbit
from out of
a black stove top hat
with
a sleight of hand
only through
the dark arts of
blue smoke and mirrors

when
we
hold truth
up
towards
the light
thus
it
will shine
the
light of truth
then
let it shine bright

We built a wall, with stones of doubt and pride,
A chasm formed, where laughter used to reside.
Across the gap, a lonely silence grows,
Can love still bridge it, where forgiveness flows?

Meet me halfway, with open heart and hand,
Rebuild the bridge, on love's enduring strand.
Let's tear down walls, brick by fragile brick,
Love meet me in the middle, make the silence quick.

For love's not meant for distance, cold and vast,
Meet me in the middle, where our love can last.

Love's tapestry is not flawless, threads are uneven,
Woven with flaws, beneath a starry heaven.
Misunderstandings snag, like thorns that tear,
Leaving frayed edges, and whispers of despair.

Forgiving hands, with patience, mend the tear,
Golden threads of trust, dispelling fear.
Imperfections bloom, a strength untold,
A love that deepens, braver than pure gold.

Not fragile beauty, but a weathered grace,
When love's not perfect, it finds a stronger space.

Love takes care of the little things, it's true,
Not grand gestures, but whispers soft and new.
A steaming mug on a cold and dreary morn,
A hand to hold when shadows seem forlorn.

A simple smile that chases clouds away,
A listening ear at the end of a long day.
Remembering dreams, the whispered hopes you hold,
A silent promise, worth more than purest gold.

These tiny threads, a tapestry so bright,
Love takes care of the little things, with gentle light.

Oh, love, we don't have long to wait, it's true,
The clock ticks fast, but hearts know what to do.
There is no need for plans, no grand display to make,
Love's tender bud will bloom for goodness' sake.

A stolen glance, a whispered, gentle word,
A shared delight, a song by nature heard.
With these simple threads, a tapestry began,
A love that grows, beneath the setting sun.

So let us dance, beneath the fading light,
For love unfolds, in whispers of the night.