In a world of stone, where no leaves grow, Stands a twisting trunk, like an endless flow. Loops that circle, never end, Where two figures meet, blending to mend.
Sculpted pair in the dance of time, Holding on tight, in life’s grand climb. A flower blooms high, like a beacon of hope, In the heart of stone, where love helps us cope.
Eternal embrace, forever they stand, Bound by the artist’s gentle hand. An everlasting bond, strong and true, A symbol of love in view.
