Forever and Always

Forever and Always

On this day of love, let's make a vow,
To love each other, forever and now.
For love is a journey, that we take together,
Through the ups and downs, through every weather.

Let's cherish the moments, that we share,
And keep the flame of love, burning with care.
For on this Valentine's Day, let's make it clear,
That our love will last, forever and here.

So let's hold each other, with love and grace,
And never let go, of each other's embrace.
For on this day of love, we renew our vow,
To love each other, forever and now.

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