In twilight’s gentle embrace, we find
Love’s whisper intertwined with Death’s sigh.
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
Their dance begins, a silent cry.

Love’s touch is tender, warm and bright,
While Death’s caress is cold and still.
Together they weave the threads of night,
A tapestry of fate, a boundless thrill.

In shadows deep, where dreams reside,
They waltz through time, a timeless pair.
Love’s laughter echoes, Death’s calm tide,
A balance struck, both dark and fair.

So let us cherish every breath,
In Love’s embrace, we’ll find our way.
For even in the arms of Death,
Love’s light will guide us, come what may.