The day began with mountains high,

Rain falling soft beneath the sky.

Atop the hill, a princess stayed,

In a haven where silence played.

A craftsman, with dreams in his soul,

Carried a wish—his heart’s true goal.

One moonlit night, in the cool, crisp air,

He saw her picking berries, her grace so rare.

Her hands were like the moon’s soft glow,

Spilling bliss on the world below.

Her beauty sang a song unsung,

A melody where the heart is young.

But as the storm rose, she slipped from sight,

Yet his heart held her through the night.

A wish to claim her, to make her his,

Fueled the craftsman’s deepest bliss.

Days turned to weeks, yet he lingered still,

Yearning to catch that gaze, that thrill.

Through rugged paths and trials untold,

His heart remained both brave and bold.

His feet grew bruised, his hands were scarred,

Yet his will stood firm, his love unmarred.

Though the journey was long, his soul stayed pure—

For the love he sought was worth the tour.

Through cold, dark nights and winds that howled,

His spirit rose, unwavering, proud.

The road was harsh, but he pressed ahead,

A craftsman’s love for a dream unsaid.

Then came the dawn, so soft and clear—

He found her home, so close, so near.

The princess stood with shining eyes,

Her smile a promise beneath the skies.

She asked, “What is your wish, my love?”

And he replied, as stars lit above:

“My wish is simple, steadfast, and true—

To spend my life, forever with you.”

She smiled and placed her hand in his,

Her touch a pledge, her love a bliss.

“This journey, my dear, was love’s sweet call,

A tale to share, forevermore, after all.”

Hand in hand, they walked inside,

To a future where dreams abide.

The door opened wide to a life so bright,

Together, they embraced the quiet night.