In the meadow of twilight, where the shadows softly lie,
Whispers of the evening dance, beneath the painted sky.
Echoes of our laughter, like the breeze that stirs the leaves,
Carrying the stories of the love that we believe.
With every step I wander, through fields of golden grain,
The gentle sigh of memories, lingers like the rain.
Hand in hand we walk, tracing paths both old and new,
In the twilight’s glow, I find my faith in you.
Stars begin to scatter, across the blanket of the night,
Each pinprick of illumination, your smile, my guiding light.
In the hush of the twilight, I hear the soft refrain,
A melody of promises, woven through our pain.
Let the echoes of the past, teach us how to grow,
In the cradle of the darkness, together we will sow.
With hearts as our compass, we’ll journey where we must,
Through the trials and the triumphs, bridging hope with trust.
When the morning beckons, and the dawn breaks through the grey,
We’ll dance upon the meadows, as night gives way to day.
In the tapestry of twilight, our love will find its place,
A timeless thread of beauty, wrapped in warm embrace.
So here beneath the starlight, let our souls intertwine,
With every beat I cherish, your heart forever mine.
In this meadow of twilight, where dreams and love align,
We carry forth our echoes, a love that will not decline.
Folk
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