Under the silver cloak of night,
The moon whispers love’s eternal song,
Casting gentle shadows in soft light,
Where two hearts quietly belong.
Its glow a gentle, tender embrace,
Guiding souls through night’s gentle tide,
In its luminescence, we find grace,
Where dreams and reality gently collide.
A silent witness to our secret dreams,
The moon reflects our whispered desires,
In its glow, love’s gentle warmth redeems,
Igniting hearts with celestial fires.
In the stillness of the night, we find,
The moon a symbol of love’s pure art,
Binding us in ways undefined,
A silent beacon uniting every heart.