In the quiet of the night, I find my rhyme,
A melody that echoes through time.
Words dance upon the silent breeze,
Whispering secrets among the trees.

My heart beats to a forgotten tune,
A symphony beneath the silver moon.
Each line a step in a sacred dance,
An ode to moments of romance.

Through joy and sorrow, my soul does sing,
Embracing the beauty that life can bring.
In every verse, a piece of me,
A portrait painted poetically.

As dawn breaks, I pen the final line,
Completing this journey so divine.
My rhyme, my essence, forever intertwined,
A testament to the rhythms of my mind.