In the shadows where secrets lie,
Veils of mystery cloak the night,
Silent whispers float on the breeze,
Guarding tales of hidden delight.
Beneath the stars, in quiet repose,
Secrets weave a tapestry rare,
Threads of truth and threads of dreams,
Intertwined in the moonlit air.
In the heart’s most secret chamber,
Silent yearnings softly reside,
Guarded by the walls of time,
Where emotions and dreams collide.
Yet in the silence, a truth may bloom,
A gentle light to guide the way,
For secrets hold the power to heal,
As night turns gently into day.