**Let Us**
Come poets, let us weave together,
In songs of love, amidst the heather.
The time is now, the moment ripe,
To pour our hearts into this strife.
In August’s haze, when stars ignite,
We’ll craft a tapestry of pure light.
With threads of passion, soft and bold,
A tale of love that will be told.
Like aedos and rapsodas of yore,
We’ll sing of hearts that flame and roar.
Our verses sweet, a symphony,
A testament to love’s ecstasy.
With words ablaze and rhyming in flight,
We’ll paint a tale of pure delight.
A ballad of love, a song of bliss,
That echoes through our every kiss.
