In the quiet of the moonlit eve,
Two hearts dance in shadows deep,
Bound by whispers they cannot leave,
In silence, their secrets keep.

A love that walks the edge of light,
Tangled in yearning, wrapped in fear,
A bond unseen in the cloak of night,
Yet in the dark, it holds most dear.

Eyes that promise both fire and ice,
A touch that burns yet cools the soul,
In every breath, a silent vice,
Two halves that make a haunting whole.

As stars bear witness to their plight,
They wander paths of shadowed dreams,
In dark love’s tender, hidden light,
Where nothing’s ever as it seems.