In the quiet shadows of the night,Where longing dances with desire,A whisper calls from depths untold,A flame ignites, a silent fire.The moon bathes us in silver light,Its glow a witness to our plight,As hearts entwine in fevered dreams,A tapestry of endless schemes.A touch, a sigh, the world dissolves,In moments where the soul evolves,Bound by threads of fervent need,Where passion’s echoes softly plead.Yet morning breaks with gentle grace,The night’s allure begins to fade,But echoes of its sweet embrace,In memory’s vault forever stayed.