In the silent nights, where stars softly gleam,
A touch can weave a tender dream,
Through fingers that softly trace,
The contours of a cherished face.

It’s in the gentle brush of skin,
Where silent words find voice within,
A symphony of heartbeats, slow and deep,
In touch, our souls do secrets keep.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
A touch makes time feel slow,
In every caress, love’s warmth we find,
Leaving all worries far behind.

So let your touch be light and true,
For in its grace, love is renewed,
A language of the heart so pure,
In every touch, our lives endure.