Where the northern lights do glow,
A tale of love unfolds,
Beneath the arctic skies so bold.
Solveig, a soulful dreamer,
Fell for the aurora's tender,
A dance of colors, a wondrous sight,
In her heart, love took flight.
Erik, a wanderer from afar,
Under the same northern star,
He saw the lights, he felt the glow,
And knew he had to know more.
Beneath the aurora's soft embrace,
Their eyes met, their souls did trace,
A connection, instant and true,
In the heart of the Arctic, love grew.
Green, pink, and purple hues did blend,
As their hearts in harmony did send,
A symphony of love so pure,
In the presence of the aurora's allure.
Together they danced, together they sighed,
Under the watchful eye of the night,
Their love, as strong as the northern lights,
Shone brightly through the darkest of nights.
So let this be a tale of love,
That dances with the aurora above,
A reminder that in the coldest of lands,
Love's warmth can be found in the aurora's hands.