Through the wooden bridges, we walk hand in hand,
With whispers of the quiet forests, where love began.
The night wraps ‘round us softly, beneath those starlit skies,
The echoes of our laughter dance like fireflies.
The rustic rhythms play sweetly, like a heart's gentle sigh,
While tender lyrics linger, woven in our lullabies.
In the meadow vibes we treasure, under the moon's embrace,
Every moment feels forever, in this sacred place.
We’ll paint our dreams on branches, where the wildflowers bloom,
With glowing warmth like sunlight, dispelling shadows' gloom.
The stories of our hearts grow, in the whispers of the breeze,
In the hush of quiet moments, we find our perfect ease.
So let the night enfold us, let the stars take their flight,
With each footfall on the trail, we find our way by light.
For in these hidden pathways, we’ll carve our names in time,
In the echoes of the evening, love’s sweet, endless rhyme.
Through the wooden bridges, our journey's just begun,
With quiet forests standing witness, to the warmth of two as one.
A life etched in our laughter, like a song that never ends,
For in the heart of nature, we’ll always find our friends.
Folk
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