A living mark of love's eternal flame,
A tale the ages whisper, name by name.
The Taj's white arms, a silent, sculpted plea,
A story told, a memory to be.
A living mark of love's eternal flame,
A tale the ages whisper, name by name.
The Taj's white arms, a silent, sculpted plea,
A story told, a memory to be.
Heart to heart, a union blessed and true,
God's grace descended, shimmering in view.
In each other's depths, their deity found,
Two souls entwined, on hallowed, sacred ground.
Worlds of wonder, happiness untold,
Heaven and earth, in beauty to behold.
A living mark of love's eternal flame,
A tale the ages whisper, name by name.
The Taj's white arms, a silent, sculpted plea,
A story told, a memory to be.
In her eyes, a radiant, holy light,
Lost to love, consumed by passion's might.
Her beauty, like a heavenly, fair grace,
A faultless form, in time and space.
Of that sacred love, the wondrous art,
A tale that touched and tore the heart.
A living mark of love's eternal flame,
A tale the ages whisper, name by name.
The Taj's white arms, a silent, sculpted plea,
A story told, a memory to be.
On love's path, a companion did depart,
He vowed before a dying, fading spark,
With promises upon the final breath,
To build a wonder, defying death.
In love's ultimate test, the soul did rise,
A monument born, before our eyes.
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