Love's Last Symphony

Rajasir

In the quiet heart's sweet overture,
Love plays its notes, so pure and sure.

A melody softly spun, so fine,
In the dance of time, your hand in mine.

With every beat our worlds entwine,
Crafting love's last symphony, divine.

Harmony in whispers of the breeze,
A song of hearts, it flows with ease.

Through highs and lows, the music stays,
In the rhythm of our brighter days.

Together we'll keep the tune alive,
In love's last symphony, we thrive.