No one shall ever take Me place or His..

Through the quiet years, a tapestry woven with threads of shared breaths and whispered dreams, Many have tried to unravel our bond, to sever the seams. They’ve cast their shadows, whispered their doubts, their envious pleas, But our love, a fortress built on shared souls, has weathered every breeze.

Like ancient trees, our roots run deep, intertwined and strong, Their branches reaching for the heavens, where our hearts have always belonged. They sought to plant discord, to sow seeds of strife and pain, But our foundation, forged in truth, could not be broken, could not wane.

For in the quiet spaces, where vulnerability finds its voice, We found an echo, a reflection, a love that made us rejoice. Their attempts to fracture, to divide, were met with steadfast grace, A silent understanding, a knowing glance, that held us in our place.