In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows and dreams intertwine,
Love blooms like a fragile flower,
Amidst the echoes of silent tears.
A gentle touch, a fleeting glance,
Promises wrapped in golden light,
Yet beneath the tender embrace,
Lies the hidden thorn of pain.
As the moonlight fades to dawn,
Memories linger in the morning mist,
Each heartbeat a reminder,
Of the love that once was ours.
Yet in the depths of sorrow’s sea,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
For in every tear that falls,
Love’s eternal dance begins anew.