Enchanted Embrace: The Magic of Falling in Love
Whispers of love under celestial canopy
In domains where stars embrace the evening,
A story unfurls a wondrous sight.
The enchanted winds through twilight skies,
As hearts combine, love goes along.
In murmured winds, a spiritualist melody,
Two spirits lace, where they should be.
A dance starts, so delicate, so sweet,
As affectionās charm tracks down its seat.
Eyes that meet in delicate look,
Touching off flares, a sincere burst.
A touch, a flash, electric fire,
Arousing energy, taking off higher.
Colors burst in lively tint,
As adoration paints skies of every view.
A material common, a show-stopper,
Where each moment discovers a sense of peace.
The magic of falling, similar to petals unfurl,
In gardens of feelings, stories are told.
The giggling, the tears, the delight, the pain,
An ensemble of love, an unending holdback.
Through valleys profound and mountains high,
Loveās process sails, a perpetual sky.
Inseparably, hearts interweaved,
An affection is so pure, so unconfined.
The world changes, a more splendid spot,
As loveās hug, a redeeming quality.
Through turbulent oceans and calmest oceans,
Loveās enchanted aides, effortlessly.
However, in this magic, believe it or not,
Love is an ash, never becomes old.
Itās in the murmurs of a delicate stroke,
The magic of falling, an immortal favor.
So let the stars give testimony,
To loveās charm, ever new.
In each beat, in each rhyme,
The wizardry of falling rises above all time.
