In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
A longing deep, a fire that never stalls.
Through dreams and thoughts, it weaves its thread,
A tapestry of wishes, where hearts have bled.

The stars above, they seem to glow,
Reflecting passions we rarely show.
A dance of shadows, a silent plea,
For moments lost, for what could be.

The heart’s desire, a tempest wild,
Uncharted seas, a fervent child.
With every beat, it seeks to find,
The echoes of a love, divine.

Yet in this fire, there’s a gentle light,
Guiding souls through darkest night.
A beacon of hope, a fervent prayer,
That love’s sweet embrace will find us there.