In the whisper of the evening, where the autumn hues reside,
Wandering hearts find solace, with the forest as their guide.
Soothing strings are playing, in a dance with the cool breeze,
As the amber light is fading, through the rustling leaves on trees.
We’ll tread the rustic roads less traveled, where the shadows softly align,
Chasing timeless tales of lovers, with their laughter intertwined.
As the sun slips slowly, casting memories around,
The echoes of our dreaming gently cradle every sound.
Through the fields of gold we wander, hand in hand, we chase the sun,
In this moment, lost together, two souls beating just as one.
With each step, a story blooming, like the flowers in the glade,
In the space where our hearts linger, all our worries seem to fade.
Above, the sky is painted; it’s a canvas made for us,
Filled with whispers from the twilight, wrapped in evening's gentle hush.
We'll find our way through starlit skies, beneath the velvet night,
Hold on close to every heartbeat, as we dance in fading light.
So here’s to wandering hearts and tales that time won't ever steal,
With our paths forever tangled, in a love that’s rich and real.
As we walk these wooded pathways, let our laughter be the sound,
For in every step we take together, true love’s echo can be found.
In the twilight’s golden shimmer, with the world both wild and free,
We’ll weave our story slowly, just as nature meant it to be.
And when the morning breaks, we'll rise, beneath the dawn's embrace,
With wandering hearts forever joined, in this timeless, sacred space.
Folk
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