It’s Written in the Book of Love

It’s Written in the Book of Love

It’s written in the book of love,

In whispers soft from stars above,

A tale of hearts that dared to dream,

And found their home in love’s bright beam.

The ink is made of moonlit streams,

Of promises and secret schemes,

Each line inscribed with tender care,

A vow eternal, pure and rare.

Through storms that howl and winds that wail,

Through broken paths and faded trails,

The book endures, its pages hold

A bond unshaken, strong and bold.

For love is not a fleeting flame,

Nor bound by rules, nor tied to names.

It’s freedom’s breath, it’s time’s caress,

A sacred truth we all confess.

And so, the book of love remains,

Through joy, through sorrow, loss, and gains.

Each story penned, each soul embraced,

A masterpiece by love’s own grace.