In Glasgow's heart, where Curly locks dance, A tale of two kids, in Queen’s Park by chance, Valentine's whispers on brisk Shetland air, Dreaming of Lisbon, custard tarts to share. Electric scooters zip through morning light, Guardian and Observer under their sight, Coffee cups clink, old teapots align, In moments they cherish, love's chords intertwine. “I'm your Superman,” he declares with flair, Her beating heart, the family’s tender repair, Under the clock, where first smiles were exchanged, Tinder sparks ignited, destinies changed. Back to their haven, legends to the young, Echoes of Gladiators, lore sung, Simply the best, their bond holds strong, In life's grand parade, where they all belong.