Love of a thousand and three

The tale unfolds, not in a thousand nights,

But in a thousand and three, bathed in moonlit lights.

A love story whispered, not in grand displays,

But in quiet moments, a love that ever stays.

It bloomed not with a fiery, sudden spark,

But with a gentle ember, leaving its gentle mark.

Two souls entwined, a comfort and a friend,

A bond that deepened, a love that knew no end.

They walked through meadows, hand in gentle hand,

Sharing whispered secrets, stories of the land.

Sunsets painted skies in hues of rose and gold,

As dreams unfolded, secrets gently told.

Through winter's chill and summer's sunlit rays,

Their love a constant, a beacon through the days.

They built a world, a haven warm and true,

Where laughter echoed, and dreams could all come true.

No grand pronouncements, no promises to keep,

Just a silent knowing, a love that ran deep.

In shared glances, a universe untold,

A love story written, more precious than gold.

A thousand and three sunrises, hand in hand,

A thousand and three whispers, in a love-soaked land.

A thousand and three challenges, faced side by side,

A thousand and three victories, in their hearts they did confide.

Wrinkles etched a map on faces, stories etched in time,

But the spark in their eyes, a love that would forever chime.

A thousand and three cups of tea, shared in gentle light,

A thousand and three conversations, holding on tight.

They may not have danced beneath a glittering ball,

But they waltzed through life, answering love's gentle call.

No grand gestures, but a love that did transcend,

A quiet devotion, a love that had no end.

And when the final sunset painted the sky with grace,

Their love story lingered, leaving not a trace

Of sorrow or regret, but a love that remained whole,

A thousand and three chapters, etched upon their soul.

For love, true love, doesn't fade with time,

It strengthens with each sunrise, a love that's truly sublime.

Theirs wasn't a tale of passionate desire,

But a love that burned steady, a flickering fire.

So remember, dear reader, when love whispers low,

It's not the grand displays, the hearts that brightly glow.

But the quiet moments, the comfort and the trust,

A love that endures, a love that must.

For a love of a thousand and three, is a love that's meant to be,

A testament to devotion, for all eternity.