Whispering Shadows
Reflection
In the realm of shadows, two souls entwined,
Their whispers echoing, a silent mind.
The lionesses, with eyes of piercing green,
Their fur a canvas, where light and dark are seen.
Their noses touch, a tender, loving caress,
A moment's peace, in the wild's unrest.
The world around them fades to black and white,
As they savor the warmth of their gentle night.
Their whiskers twitch, their ears perk up high,
As they listen to the whispers of the sky.
In this fleeting moment, they are free,
Two hearts beating as one, wild and carefree.
Their beauty is a gift, a treasure to behold,
A testament to the power of love that never grows old.
In their eyes, a deep connection is revealed,
A bond that speaks of trust, of hearts that are concealed.