In the whisper of the waves, I find
Your voice, like a gentle breeze
Carving paths through my heart,
Where Neruda’s love takes root.

Under the dance of distant stars,
We weave dreams of endless nights,
Where time pauses, and silence speaks
The language only lovers know.

Through shadows of ancient forests,
Our steps echo with Neruda’s grace,
Each leaf a page of tender verses,
In the book of our entwined souls.

As the sun dips beyond the horizon,
Our love, an eternal flame,
Burns bright in the poet’s realm,
Where every word is a promise kept.