In the depths of time, love’s tale was spun, By Shakespeare’s quill, under the moon’s gentle glow, With words that…
In silent halls where whispers dance, The strings of violins take their stance, A gentle bow, a soulful touch, Melodies…
In the stillness of the night, the piano whispers low, Each key a silent promise, a secret left to grow.…
In halls where echoes softly sing, The strings of violins gently ring, A melody that time can’t bind, A harmony…