Where the sun meets the sky,
We’ll walk on sunlit paths together,
With the world passing by.
Your laughter sings through rustling leaves,
Like a melody from afar,
In the heart of nature’s canvas,
You’ve become my guiding star.
With tender strums that echo softly,
Every note a whisper sweet,
The forest sounds, they weave a story,
A symphony at our feet.
Heartfelt warmth in the evening glow,
As the daylight fades away,
We’ll dance beneath the silver moon,
And let our worries stray.
In this classic dance of shadows,
Where the moss meets ancient trees,
With a rustic spirit all around us,
We are swayed by gentle pleas.
The twilight paints the hills in colors,
That no brush could ever claim,
In the whispers of the twilight,
We'll find solace in our names.
So let the rolling hills embrace us,
And the breezes hold us tight,
We’ll wander through this timeless story,
Every moment feels so right.
With your hand placed snug in my own,
We'll walk this path so true,
Together we’ll create our magic,
In love's sweet soft debut.
As the echoes fade to silence,
And the stars begin to gleam,
Together we'll savor this journey,
Like a cherished, waking dream.
With laughter and with memory,
And hearts that brightly glow,
In the warmth of tender moments,
We'll find the peace we know.
Folk
Rolling hills, gentle breezes, tender strums, forest sounds, heartfelt warmth, rustic spirit, sunlit paths
Folk
Rolling hills, gentle breezes, tender strums, forest sounds, heartfelt warmth, rustic spirit, sunlit paths