In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
A new love stirs, like a secret song,
With eyes that meet in silent stories,
And hearts that dance where they belong.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Dreams take flight on wings of hope,
Every touch a promise, yet to know,
As souls entwine, learn to cope.

In the quiet hush of twilight’s grace,
Moments linger, sweet and tender,
A world anew, a sacred space,
Where love’s gentle light grows ever fonder.

Through the tapestry of time and chance,
Two hearts weave a dance divine,
In every glance, a sweet romance,
New love’s journey, yours and mine.