When love fades away, we follow the rules, Hearts grow cold, like silent fools. But watch your steps, see what’s true— What guides your soul, defines you.
She stays behind, yet always leads, A turtle whose shell holds all she needs. Where she stands, a home is made, Neither behind nor ahead—simply unafraid.
In step with time, with grace she moves, In harmony with all, her quiet groove. Walking this path, to be with you, The journey of my life, guided by you.
