Beneath the silver glow of night,
We find our hearts entwined,
In the soft embrace of lunar light,
Our souls to stars aligned.

The moon, a silent guardian,
Watches over our tender dreams,
With every phase and every turn,
It mends our love, or so it seems.

Whispered secrets in the breeze,
Carried by the night’s caress,
In this moment, time does freeze,
Bound by the moon’s soft press.

As the night gives way to dawn,
And the moon begins to fade,
Our love remains, forever drawn,
By the light that night has laid.