MY VILLAGE GIRL❤️

In a small village, nestled by a shore,

Lived a gentle soul, longing for more.

Her heart was adorned with dreams untold,

A treasure trove of love, waiting to unfold.

She wandered through meadows, kissed by the sun,

Listening to whispers of a love yet undone.

Her eyes painted with a glimmer so bright,

A reflection of stars that danced in the night.

Seasons came and went, as time flowed on,

Yet her heart remained bound, feeling forlorn.

Whispers of love brought hope to her mind,

But patience grew thin, as she yearned to find.

One summer eve, beneath a sky so vast,

She encountered a wise one from the distant past.

Eyes filled with wonder, she asked for advice,

"How shall I find love, that's been priced?”

The wise one smiled, and spoke with grace,

"Dear seeker of love, keep a steadfast pace.

For love arrives when it's meant to be,

In divine timing, you will surely see."

Undeterred by doubt, she heeded those words,

Embracing the unknown, like the flight of birds.

She danced with joy, through moonlit nights,

Patiently waiting, her soul took flight.

Days turned to years, but hope held her tight,

With unwavering faith, burning ever so bright.

She wrote love letters, in prose and in rhyme,

Trust became her mantra, love her only rhyme.

And in the quiet moments, destiny emerged,

A symphony of love, from the heavens it surged.

For one balmy evening, fate intertwined,

Her heart met another's, a love so kind.

In his eyes she saw galaxies, bursting with light,

A serendipitous encounter, in the cover of night.

Their souls entwined, like waves on the shore,

Two hearts connected, forevermore.

The waiting game had come to an end,

A tender love story, finally set to transcend.

For she had learned, amid life's sweet strife,

In love's divine timing, lies the beauty of life.

So to all those hearts who wait with bated breath,

Hold on to hope, despite what life bequeaths.

For love arrives, when you least expect,

In serendipitous moments, it will perfect.

In the tapestry of life, love will weave,

Every soul destined to find, joyous reprieve.

Thus, dear seeker of love, do not give up,

For love's magic awaits at the horizon's cup.