In the twilight’s gentle embrace, lips find their silent voice,
Whispers of dreams and secrets, a symphony without noise.
The touch of tender promises, a language beyond words,
In the stillness of the night, where only love is heard.

The curve of a smile, a crescent moon’s delight,
Soft and inviting, in the dim and gentle light.
They speak of passion, of longing, and of grace,
Conveying stories, written on a lover’s face.

Lips that tremble with the weight of unspoken fears,
Yet they find strength, in the caress of tears.
A tender kiss, a vow, sealed in the shadows deep,
Where hearts find solace, and souls quietly weep.

In the morning’s tender glow, when the night fades away,
Lips remain a testament, to the words we dare not say.
A silent symphony, that in our hearts will stay,
The melody of love, that never fades, nor frays.