In the quiet hush of evening’s grace,
Where shadows dance in tender embrace,
Your whispers linger, soft and true,
Like Neruda’s verses, old yet new.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery glow,
Our hearts entwine in the dreamy flow,
Each stanza a heartbeat, each line a sigh,
Love’s timeless rhythm, as stars fly by.

With every word, a world unfolds,
A tapestry of dreams, vast and bold,
Like Neruda’s ink, our passions write,
Stories of love in the quiet night.

So let us wander in this poetic dream,
Where hearts are rivers and love’s the stream,
In verses whispered by the night above,
We find our echoes in Neruda’s love.