Beneath a sky where echoes roam,
Crimson petals whisper tales,
In silent dance, where shadows comb,
A symphony of love unveils.

Their gentle curve, a silent song,
In moonlit hues, a tender grace,
Where every word belongs,
To the secrets lips embrace.

In twilight’s gentle embrace, they bloom,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
In every shade, a soft perfume,
The language of a wordless world.

Caressing winds that softly sweep,
They hold the stories time forgot,
In every kiss, a promise deep,
A melody that lingers, caught.