In the quiet whisper of the night,
Two souls find solace in shared dreams,
Bound by threads of endless light,
Where love flows like gentle streams.

In the silent dance of beating hearts,
Eyes speak where words may fail,
In the art of love, nothing departs,
As emotions weave a tender tale.

In the soft embrace of morning’s glow,
Love’s warmth dispels the coldest fears,
Through the storms, through ebb and flow,
It nourishes through the years.

In the sacred space of trust and grace,
Love’s depth knows no end or start,
In every glance, in every embrace,
It lives eternal in the heart.