In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams entwine with stars,
Love, a gentle river, flows,
Through the valleys of our hearts.
Like Neruda’s timeless verses,
Passion blooms in every line,
Words embrace the soul’s desires,
In the dance of love divine.
The moonlight paints our tender tales,
On the canvas of the skies,
Each moment, a brushstroke of affection,
In the gallery of time’s eyes.
Together we wander the eternal path,
Hand in hand, heart to heart,
With Neruda’s spirit as our guide,
Love’s masterpiece, a living art.