In the garden of letters, our hearts convene,
Whispering secrets in a language unseen.
Every word a petal, soft and serene,
Crafting a love that flows like a stream.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, knowing gaze,
We weave our dreams in poetic phrase.
Each line a promise, a tender embrace,
Binding our souls in this sacred space.

The rhythm of love, so pure and true,
Beats in the lines that I write to you.
In every verse, our spirits renew,
A testament to the love we pursue.

So let us dance in this lyrical night,
Hearts entwined in the softest light.
Together, we’ll soar to infinite height,
Guided by love, our eternal right.