In the silent whispers of the night,
Our hearts speak a language of stars,
Across the endless sea of time,
Where love’s gentle echo never departs.

Through the miles that stretch and bend,
Our spirits dance in the moonlit sky,
Bound by dreams that never end,
In the quiet moments where souls fly.

The distance, a canvas vast and wide,
Paints stories of longing and grace,
Each heartbeat, a promise to bide,
Till we meet in a warm embrace.

And though the road is long and steep,
Our love, a beacon, forever bright,
Guides us through the nights we weep,
To the dawn of a future alight.