A timeless love

In a town where the rivers quietly flowed,
Lived two hearts, whose love soon bestowed.
Beneath the skies of cerulean blue,
Their tale of love began to brew.

She was a painter, with colors so bright,
Her eyes held the dawn, her smile the light.
He was a writer, with words that could sing,
A poet of passion, a storyteller king.

One autumn day, 'neath the old willow tree,
Their paths converged, as if meant to be.
She painted the sunset, hues wild and free,
He watched in silence, lost in her sea.

With a brush in her hand and a canvas so wide,
She captured the world, with love as her guide.
He wrote of the stars and the moon's gentle gleam,
Of a love that was pure, like a midsummer dream.

Days turned to nights, and nights into days,
Their hearts intertwined in the most beautiful ways.
She painted his words, in colors so grand,
He wrote of her art, like waves on the sand.

Their love grew stronger, like an old, mighty tree,
Rooted in passion, wild and free.
Through storms and sunshine, they weathered it all,
Together they stood, never to fall.

Years flowed by like a river serene,
Their love never faded, a timeless machine.
She painted their life, in colors so bright,
He wrote their story, in the soft, moonlit night.

Now in the twilight, with hair touched by snow,
Their love still blossoms, continues to grow.
In a cottage by the river, where the flowers bloom,
Their love story lives, dispelling all gloom.

So here lies their tale, of colors and rhyme,
A love story eternal, transcending all time.
For in every stroke and in every word,
Their love sings forever, like a beautiful bird