They are sunlight tangled with rain,
her quick retorts, his playful refrain.
She rolls her eyes at his silly grin,
he loves the way she fights to win.
She laughs at his ridiculous jokes,
he cheers when her tea spills.
Together, they turn the mundane
into life’s smallest, sweetest thrills.
She holds their daughter, heart aglow,
he hums her lullabies soft and low.
In her tiny hands, their worlds align—
a love so pure, it feels divine.
She’s the calm to his restless air,
he’s the dare to her careful flair.
In teasing, in chaos, in quiet cheer,
they are love—raw, wild, sincere.
Category: La Poésie