Out by the gravel where the wildflowers grow,
There's a tale in the twilight, whispers low,
With a splash of gold and a hint of blue,
The dusk range is where I feel so true.
Beneath the branches of that old oak tree,
We carved our names and shared our dreams,
With shadowed boots on a dusty track,
We walked through the echoes, never looking back.
Rustic glow in the fading light,
Memories linger long into the night,
With every star, I feel you near,
A whispered horizon, your voice I hear.
The weathered fence stands tall and proud,
Through storms we weathered, we laughed out loud,
Time may bend but it won’t break,
The bond we built, it’ll never shake.
So let's roam these fields, hand in hand,
Carry our stories across this land,
With the world in bloom and hearts aglow,
We'll write our tale in the fire’s warm glow.
As dusk settles softly, the night draws tight,
I'll hold you close 'til the morning light,
And when the sun rises, you’ll still know,
In this rustic glow, our love will grow.
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Weathered Fence, Whispered Horizon, Dusk Range, Shadowed Boots, Rustic Glow