The world below, a canvas veiled in white,
Love is above these clouds, a soaring flight.
Storms rage unseen, where shadows twist and turn,
Yet here we fly, on wings that brightly burn.

Sunlight ignites the edges, soft and gold,
A whispered promise, never to grow old.
Hand in hand, we dance on windswept streams,
Love's laughter echoes, brighter than our dreams.

Though storms may gather, dark and full of might,
Love is above these clouds, a beacon shining bright.