Sisters of the Vine

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, Two sisters entwine, in love's sweet, secret way. Their habits worn, like armor, strong and tight, Conceal the passion that burns, a gentle, loving light. Their lips, a whisper apart, a tender, loving touch, A bond of sisterhood, that time cannot clutch. The vine above, a symbol of their love's sweet might, Twines round their hearts, a gentle, endless night. In this, their love is free, a flame that burns so bright, A beacon in the darkness, a guiding, loving light. Their hearts, a sanctuary, where love resides and reigns, A refuge from the world, where love's sweet peace remains.