In gardens where the moonlight softly dwells,
Two hearts entwine beneath the silver glow.
Their whispers dance upon the night’s sweet spells,
As time suspends its ever-urgent flow.

Each glance exchanged, a silent vow unfolds,
In tender warmth, their souls find sweet embrace.
The stars above, a tapestry of golds,
Reflect the love that time cannot erase.

Though days may pass and shadows slowly creep,
Their bond remains a melody well-tuned.
In dreams, they find a solace, vast and deep,
Where love’s own harmony forever crooned.

So let this sonnet be a gentle mark,
Of love unending, like the morning’s spark.