In the halls of high school days, so bright and new, Two hearts crossed paths, though neither had a clue. In laughter and in secrets, in notes and in dreams, Best friends found their rhythm, or so it would seem. Years spun on like a gentle stream, Their bond like a whisper, like a shared dream. Through sunsets and seasons, as time slowly flowed, Their hearts found the rhythm of a love that had grown. From homework and hangouts to first quiet glances, Their friendship turned to love, like a dance of soft chances. Now, in their cozy home where love truly beams, Two Pomeranians frolic, the stuff of their dreams. Weekends are spent with rods in the stream, Fishing for moments that shimmer and gleam. At the town bar, they savor each sip and each bite, Beer and snacks shared in the glow of the night. Homebodies by nature but adventurers at heart, They cherish the moments, each one a small art. In quietude and laughter, their journey unfolds, A story of love that’s as timeless as old. So here’s to the past, to the present, to when Two best friends found a love that would never end. May their days be as golden as the sunsets they see, In a life full of love, together, forever, they’ll be.