A celestial sonnet, without a scripted plan
Through the aeons whispered, an ancient love declared,
In the hush of worlds unseen, a sacred union shared.
I, a humble observer, in the garden of their grace,
With a thankful heart, I stand in this hallowed place.
Their gaze, a universe of stories untold,
Eyes speaking in silence, more precious than gold.
I've seen the Aurora, I've watched planets align,
But nothing compares to their love, so divine.
They've taught me of love—not just a simple art,
But the very essence, where soul meets counterpart.
From them, I've learned the rhythm, the ebb, and the flow,
The giving and the taking, the growth required to know.
Through their love, I have journeyed, through their joy, I have found,
That love is not just feeling but a truth profound.
It is the steadfast mountain, the river running deep,
The keeper of promises that generations keep.
Their looks—a language crafted before time's own birth,
A dialect of devotion, unmeasured in its worth.
Like celestial bodies bound by gravity's kiss,
They orbit each other in perpetual bliss.
In their love, there's a whisper of lives past entwined,
A covenant struck boldly, outside the bounds of time.
It's a ballad of the eternal, a never-ending dance,
A testament to what it means to have a second chance.
And so, I pen this ode to the beauty they impart,
To the unison of pulse to pulse, beat to heart.
Their unity—a guide to the love I wish to claim,
A beacon in the darkness, an ever-burning flame.
Let their love be my teacher, my mentor, my muse,
In the art of passion, they so effortlessly use.
I offer them my gratitude, for in their reflection,
I've glimpsed the truest beauty, the purest connection.
For in their love, I've been remade, a soul reborn anew,
Within the realm of possibility, under the sky so blue.
The planets, in their majesty, may rule the skies above,
But here on Earth, I've witnessed the greatest tale of love.
to the lovers, the dreamers of dreams,
Whose love transcends the boundaries of what is and what seems.
Their symphony of ardor, so perfect and so right,
Has filled my world with starlight, and with endless night.
This poem, a mere vessel, for a sentiment so vast,
An homage to their love, a love that's set to last.
Through their grace, I've come to know, to learn, to see,
The boundless power of love, and what it means to be.
Julian and Vanessa are my Sam and Patrick,
They saw a dwindling wallflower and gave it life,
to them I shall forever be grateful.
I love you both.
