In the gentle hush of twilight’s embrace,
Love walks with a tender, unseen face.
It whispers secrets through the rustling leaves,
And dances softly on the evening breeze.

The moonlight bathes the world in silver hue,
As Love’s soft echoes gently ensue.
It paints the night with dreams so pure,
A silent promise, forever to endure.

In every flower’s bloom, Love’s touch is shown,
A silent guardian, never alone.
Through storm and calm, it stands so true,
A timeless force that always renews.

As dawn awakens with a golden light,
Love’s whispers linger, soft and bright.
It breathes new life into each day,
A constant presence, come what may.