In fields of trust, where vows take root,

The ox moves on, both brave and true,

To carve deep furrows, wide and clear,

And plant love’s seeds where dreams appear.

Like moonlight stirring restless seas,

Love bridges the void with graceful ease.

Hearts take root in soil most rare,

A covenant that none can tear.

Acceptance rings, a primal sound,

Like wolves that howl through hallowed ground.

A mirrored waltz, in step, in tune,

Where harmony aligns the moon.

Through labor, trust is forged and bound,

As rain revives the barren ground.

Not only the sun’s unyielding glow,

But moonlight’s grace in love’s soft flow.

Yet strength endures where truth is plain,

Like bulls that challenge Earth’s ageless claim.

Their essence roams, untouched, untamed,

More than pawns in love’s grand game.

Not beasts of burden, yoked by fate,

Nor rams to altars consecrate,

But shepherds of the boundless skies,

Where mutual honor never dies.