In gardens where the roses sway, A dance of butterflies in play, Their wings, a vibrant, fleeting show, A love that whispers soft and low. Many years have stitched this thread, From youthful dreams where love was fed, To seasoned hearts, entwined and true, A tapestry of me and you. Each Valentine a sweet refrain, A symphony that knows no strain, With every flutter, every glance, We twirl again in love's deep dance.