Timeless

In the garden of our hearts, time becomes a whisper,

Each moment a petal, unfurling at its own pace.

No clock can measure the depth of our connection,

For love, true love, needs no timeline.

It blooms in the quiet spaces between words,

In the shared silences and stolen glances.

We wander through this endless meadow,

Hand in hand, knowing that our love is timeless.

There’s no rush, no need to count the hours,

For our hearts beat in a rhythm all their own.

In this boundless expanse, we find our sanctuary,

Where love, unhurried, grows ever stronger.