Beneath the heavens' veils of gold,
Where twilight weaves its threads untold,
Her spirit moved, unbound, serene,
A truth more pure than worlds have seen.
Oh love, thou art the untamed fire,
A beacon drawn from boundless lyre.
Where tyrants falter, thou dost soar,
Uncaged, eternal, evermore.
To love is but to dare, to dream,
To shatter life's illusive scheme.
Her eyes, twin orbs of ageless grace,
Hold revolutions in their gaze.
Oh love, thou art the untamed fire,
A beacon drawn from boundless lyre.
Where tyrants falter, thou dost soar,
Uncaged, eternal, evermore.