In the quiet hours when the world sleeps,
I find a whisper of you in the stillness.
Your presence lingers like a soft breeze,
Caressing the edges of my wandering thoughts.
The moonlight dances on the windowsill,
Painting shadows that tell our forgotten tales.
Every star in the sky seems to echo
The silent song of your gentle heart.
Dreams weave their stories in the dark,
Guided by the memory of your touch.
In the tapestry of night, we are bound
By threads of love that time cannot sever.
As dawn breaks, the whispers fade away,
But the essence of you remains
Etched in the corners of my soul,
A timeless reminder of our shared eternity.