In the whisper of the night, where shadows play,
Lies a love that echoes through the gentle breeze,
Like the murmurs of a distant, yearning sea,
It calls in silence, where dreams dare to stay.
Beneath the stars, where time softens its stride,
Hearts entwine in the quietude of the soul,
Dylanâs words, a bridge that never grows old,
Binding spirits in a love that wonât hide.
Through the meadows where the wildflowers bloom,
His verses paint a love both fierce and tender,
A timeless dance, where whispers surrender,
To the melody of passion that consumes.
In the tapestry of moonlit reveries,
His love sings, eternal and ever bright,
A beacon in the stillness of the night,
Guiding hearts through endless memories.