In the gentle rustle of leaves, we find,
A melody woven with the whispers of time.
Where the moonlight dances on the quiet stream,
And dreams awaken in the silvery gleam.

Amidst the blooms that paint the night,
Our hearts converse in soft twilight.
Each petal a note in the night’s embrace,
A tender touch, a gentle grace.

The stars above, a radiant choir,
Ignite our souls with gentle fire.
In nature’s arms, we find our place,
Lost in the beauty of her embrace.

Let the nightingale sing her sweet refrain,
As we wander through this enchanted lane.
In every breath, a promise we weave,
Together in this night, we believe.