In the quiet chambers of a restless heart,
Whispers of love begin to softly start.
Like gentle echoes in the evening air,
They dance and twirl, without a single care.

Beneath the moon’s tender, silvery glow,
Secrets of the heart begin to flow.
With every beat, a story unfolds,
Of dreams and hopes that it gently holds.

Through shadows deep and valleys wide,
It seeks a place where love can abide.
A symphony of feelings, sweet and pure,
The heart’s true melody, forever sure.

O restless heart, in your silent grace,
Find solace in love’s warm embrace.
Let every whisper, every sigh,
Be a testament to the love that won’t die.