المدخلات
Love
المخرجات
Upon the breezy meads where daisies peep,
And golden sun doth kiss the morning dew,
There lies a tale of love both deep and true,
That in its gentle fold, hearts dare to leap.
This love, a fortress vast, none can eschew,
Nor time’s harsh march, nor distance wide and steep.
In whispered winds, the lovers’ secrets keep,
As stars above in constellated crew
Bear witness to the vows forever new,
While Luna's glow doth watch o’er their sleep.
This bond, like oak, in stormy gales grew,
With roots entwined in earth’s embrace so deep.
So sing, ye bards, of love that does not weep,
For here it blooms eternal, ever true.
