In the quiet night, the moon ascends,
A gentle glow upon the earth it sends.
Its silver light, a soft caress,
Mirrors the love we both confess.

A dance of shadows, tender and bright,
Guiding us through the cloak of night.
In lunar beams, our hearts entwine,
A love eternal, pure, divine.

The moon whispers secrets in the breeze,
A symphony of love among the trees.
Each crater and curve, a tale to tell,
Of passion deep and wishes that swell.

With every phase, our love renews,
A silent promise beneath the hues.
In the moon’s embrace, we find our place,
A timeless bond in its gentle grace.