In the garden where whispers bloom,
Two souls meet beneath the silver moon.
With eyes that speak in silent song,
A gentle dance where they belong.

The night, a canvas of dreams untold,
Painted with stars, their story unfolds.
In every glance, a promise shared,
In tender moments, hearts are bared.

Soft words drift on the evening breeze,
Sweet as the scent of blossoming trees.
Each touch, a spark, a quiet fire,
Building dreams that never tire.

As dawn approaches, the world aglow,
In the light of love, their spirits grow.
Together, weaving a tapestry bright,
Their courtship, a dance of pure delight.