In the quiet depths of midnight’s tender glow,
Two hearts entwined in love’s eternal dance,
Yet shadows linger where soft winds do blow,
A fragile bond caught in the chance of glance.

Beneath the moon’s watchful, silvery gaze,
Promises whispered through the starry night,
But pain weaves threads in a cloudy haze,
Turning dreams into an endless flight.

Love’s gentle whisper in the silent hour,
A balm to heal where the heart has bled,
Yet pain remains, a wilting flower,
In the garden where sweet words were said.

Oh, tender love, with your bittersweet song,
Guide us through the valleys deep and wide,
For in your embrace, we find where we belong,
And through pain, our souls are purified.