In whispers soft, our hearts do speak,
Beneath the moon’s illuminating peak.
Words weave through the silent night,
Connecting souls with threads of light.

Conversations like a flowing stream,
Reflecting dreams and unseen gleam.
The cadence of our shared discourse,
A dance of thoughts, an endless course.

Through laughter bright and tears so pure,
Our voices find a gentle cure.
A bridge we build with every phrase,
A bond that time cannot erase.

So let us cherish each exchange,
In harmony, our lives arrange.
For in the symphony of hearts,
Communication is where love starts.