In the cradle of harbour lights, where stars once kissed the sea,
Royce and Layla whispered dreams, of lands where hearts run free.
In Hong Kong’s shadowed alleyways, where whispers grow in fear,
They felt the tightening of the chains, the darkness drawing near.
With Julia in their arms, a beacon of pure light,
They sought a sky where liberty could breathe in endless flight.
The land of their birth, with memories that cling,
Became a place where silence ruled, and truth could no longer sing.
So to the misted shores of Britain’s isle, they dared to tread,
A land where hope still danced, though shadows overhead.
But fate, unkind and resolute, forced Layla to remain,
In the city that now felt more like a gilded, rusted chain.
Royce in London, with Julia by his side,
On modest means, he laboured hard, his dreams he could not hide.
Their daughter, brilliant as the dawn, embraced her world anew,
Her mind a garden blooming fast, in every shade and hue.
Layla’s visits, tender gifts, in moments short but sweet,
Reminders of a love that crossed the miles, in every heartbeat.
And once a year, young Julia flies, back to her mother’s arms,
To feel the warmth of family, despite the world’s alarms.
In every tear at every gate, in every long goodbye,
There’s a strength that fuels their hope, a love that will not die.
Though politics may shift and shake the ground on which they stand,
Their faith in each other, stronger still, a bond that’s ever grand.
For Julia’s eyes reflect the stars of all that they have faced,
A daughter forged in fire, in a world where dreams are chased.
Royce and Layla, brave and true, with every step they take,
Build a life where love endures, for Julia’s future’s sake.
And though the winds of change may blow, in Britain’s ancient land,
They stand as one, a family bound by love’s unwavering hand.
In every challenge, every storm, their spirits rise above,
For in their hearts, they carry forth the liberty they love.
So praise to them, this family bold, who left all they had known,
To plant the seeds of freedom, in a world that’s yet to be grown.
And praise to Julia, bright and fierce, a child of strength and grace,
Who walks the path her parents paved, with courage in her face.
May their love forever guide them, through every trial and test,
For in the face of tyranny, they chose to seek the best.
And though the road is rugged, and their hearts sometimes ache,
They carry on, united still, for their beloved daughter’s sake.
Verbal Alchemy 