Golden Promise

The darkness yields, a whispered sigh,
As crimson streaks paint morning sky.
A golden edge, a gentle gleam,
The sun ascends, a waking dream.
Like love’s first blush, a tender grace,
It warms the world, and finds its place.

Our hearts, entwined, like vines that climb,
Reflect the light, transcending time.
Each rising sun, a fresh new start,
A promise whispered, heart to heart.
Let every ray, a symbol be,
Of endless love, for you and me.

Embrace the dawn, with hopeful eyes,
Where love’s sweet fire, forever lies.
The sun, a beacon, strong and bright,
Guiding us toward love’s pure light.
And as we stand, hand clasped in hand,
Our love, a golden, promised land.