In whispered nights beneath a veiled sky,
Two hearts dance in shadows, unseen, unfound,
A tapestry of moments woven sly,
In secret spaces where whispers resound.

The gentle touch of fingers intertwined,
A fleeting glance that dares to hold the gaze,
In hidden chambers where true love reclined,
Bound by silence through a tangled maze.

Yet storms rage on in the quiet of night,
As stolen kisses ignite hidden fires,
A tempest of longing, both wrong and right,
In the heart’s chamber, where desire conspires.

But in the dawn, as the world awakens,
The echoes of passion softly decay,
Leaving traces of love unspoken,
In the silent storms that steal dreams away.