In the quiet corners of her heart, Where shadows dance and secrets lie, Sylviaâs love, a tender spark, Illuminates the…
In the silence of the night, our hearts still whisper, Promises of love that time cannot sever, Through storms and…
Whispers of love linger on crimson lips, Softly spoken, like the breeze through trees, Secrets told in twilight’s gentle eclipse,…
In the whispers of the night, his words still flow, An ardent flame, in the dark they glow. Oscar Wilde’s…
In the gentle murmur of the deep blue sea, I hear the echoes of our love, so free. Waves whisper…
Beneath the velvet sky, where moonlight softly gleams, Our hearts entwine in whispers, woven through our dreams. The silver orb…
In whispers soft, the night he frames, Of dreams deferred and hearts aflame, Through Harlem’s streets, his words do weave,…
Beneath the moon’s glow, Your whispers dance in the wind, Hearts in silent bloom. In fields of stardust, Our souls…
In the quiet of an English dawn, Where the morning mist kisses the earth, Our hearts find a rhythm, softly…