In the quiet whispers of the moonlit night,Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,There lies a yearning, deep and true,A longing heart, forever in pursuit.Beneath the stars that softly gleam,In silent hours, with eyes that dream,The heart recalls a distant time,When love was pure, a perfect rhyme.The winds carry tales of days gone by,Of tender moments that never die,A gentle touch, a soft embrace,Now lost in time and endless space.Yet hope remains, a flickering light,Guiding through the endless night,For love, though distant, never fades,In the heart where longing ever stays.