In the depths of silent nights,
Where whispers dance like fireflies,
Your words paint the sky with stars,
Crafting dreams with tender sighs.

The soft embrace of longing,
Wrapped in verses pure and true,
Each line a gentle promise,
Of a love forever new.

Through tangled paths of heartache,
Your prose becomes a guiding light,
In every shadowed corner,
It ignites hope in the night.

So here we stand, enchanted,
By the tales your heart imparts,
A tapestry of romance,
Woven deeply in our hearts.