The echoes of love through the red cliffs of Wales,
In the ancient land where nature prevails.
A rugged coastline kissed by the sea,
Where love's timeless whispers roam wild and free.

Amongst the heather and the rolling hills,
In the heart of this land, where the soul fulfills.
The echoes of love, in every gust of the breeze,
Carry tales of passion through the ancient trees.

In the warmth of the sunset's golden embrace,
Love's presence lingers, in this sacred place.
Through centuries passed, and tales retold,
The echoes of love in the red cliffs unfold.

In the language of waves and the songs of the shore,
Love's melody plays forevermore.
In the heart of Wales, where romance unfurls,
The echoes of love paint the world.

So let the red cliffs stand tall and proud,
As the echoes of love sing clear and loud.
In this timeless land, where love never pales,
We hear the whispers through the red cliffs of Wales.

"All thy works here upon this earth,
In nature's grand and wondrous birth.
From mountains tall to oceans wide,
In every corner, beauty hides.

The forests are green, the deserts dry,
Beneath the endless, open sky.
All creatures, big and small, they roam,
In this earthly, sacred home.

The rivers flow, the flowers bloom,
In nature's tapestry, there's room.
For every color, every sound,
In this world, so vast, profound.

Let's cherish it, protect with care,
This planet we're entrusted to bear.
For in all thy works, we find our worth,
On this precious, fragile earth."

Our love still etched in stone, a lasting mark,
In the tapestry of time, through light and dark.
Though years may pass, and seasons may roam,
In the heart of eternity, our love finds its home.

Like ancient carvings on a weathered wall,
In the annals of forever, our love does enthral.
Through life's journey, in the unknown zone,
Our love endures, still etched in stone.

In the echoes of laughter, in the silent night,
Our love's enduring flame, an eternal light.
Though the world may change, and we may roam,
In the book of the cosmos, our love's the cornerstone.

So let time march on, let rivers cease to flow,
Our love remains steadfast, a river's endless glow.
Through the ages, as the universe has grown,
Our love's legacy, forever etched in stone.

Our words come crashing towards the floor,
Like shattered glass, they break and pour.
In the silence that follows, we stand so still,
As the echoes of our voices slowly chill.

The weight of our words, like a heavy stone,
In the space between us, they're overthrown.
They fall like tears, unspoken pain,
Leaving in their wake a lingering strain.

But let us gather the fragments, piece by piece,
And with gentle hands, let our conflicts cease.
For in understanding, forgiveness may soar,
And we can lift our words from the floor.

With love as the glue to mend the divide,
Our communication can once again thrive.
Let our words now be bridges, not a wall,
So together we'll rise, and never again fall.

Oh, love shall lead me to the river Styx,
Where shadows dance and darkness affix.
In the realm of myths and ancient lore,
I'll follow love, to distant shores.

The waters dark and somber flow,
In the underworld where spirits go.
But love's light will guide my way,
Through the night, into the day.

Hand in hand, we'll brave the tide,
In love's embrace, I won't hide.
To cross that river, love as my ferry,
In this journey, we'll never be weary.

For even in the depths of the abyss,
Love's flame will never cease to exist.
In the face of eternity's daunting tricks,
With unwavering faith, love shall lead me to the Styx.

Through the trials and the endless night,
Love will be my guiding light.
With every step, in every flick,
I'll trust in love, as it leads me to the Styx.

For love transcends the mortal sphere,
In its presence, there's nothing to fear.
So, hand in hand, we'll take this trip,
With boundless love, to the river Styx, we'll slip.

The ancient eyes of the Ethiopian sky,
Gaze down upon the land, where time drifts by.
In their depths, a history etched in every hue,
Stories of a culture both old and new.

Beneath the celestial canvas, a tapestry unfolds,
With stars like diamonds and stories untold.
The cradle of humanity, where life first began,
In the Ethiopian sky, the Earth's ancient plan.

The constellations dance, a timeless ballet,
As night turns today and darkness gives way.
The moon's gentle glow, the stars up high,
Are the ancient eyes of the Ethiopian sky.

They've witnessed empires rise and fall,
Heard the voices of generations call.
In their watchful gaze, the world they've seen,
From the mountains to the valleys, where nature's queen.

The Ethiopian sky, a treasure trove of lore,
A testament to the past and the stories it bore.
In its ancient eyes, we find our roots,
A connection to history, in its silent pursuits.

So as we look up and ponder the why,
Let's remember the wisdom in the Ethiopian sky.
In its celestial embrace, we're never alone,
For in its ancient eyes, our stories are known.

Love is a conversation with you,
Words whispered softly, emotions true.
In the language of hearts, we share our dreams,
A symphony of feelings, or so it seems.

Each word is a brushstroke on a canvas so wide,
Painting our love with every stride.
We talk of our hopes, our fears, and more,
In this dialogue of souls, our spirits soar.

Through laughter and tears, we find our way,
In the rhythm of our words, night and day.
Love's conversation, a bond so deep,
In your presence, my heart takes the leap.

So let's keep talking, forever and a day,
In the language of love, come what may.
For in every word, in each phrase we construe,
I find my home, my heart with you.