Upon the canvas of dawn’s first light,
Your lips, a whisper, soft and bright.
They speak in silent symphonies,
A melody of tender pleas.

In twilight’s glow, a gentle touch,
They weave a tale, they say so much.
A brush of warmth, a fleeting kiss,
Whispers of an eternal bliss.

Beneath the starlit, velvet skies,
They dance in dreams, in silent cries.
A promise held in crimson hue,
A world where only love is true.

As night descends in shadows deep,
Your lips, they guard the secrets we keep.
In every breath, in every sigh,
They tell our story, you and I.