In the quiet corners where whispers tread,
Lies a tale of hearts entwined in secret dance.
The moon casts shadows over paths unsaid,
And stolen moments hold a fleeting glance.

Beneath the veil of night, where souls convene,
A delicate web of desire weaves its thread.
In silent rooms, where passions intervene,
The echoes of longing quietly spread.

Yet daylight comes, a thief of whispered dreams,
The morning sun uncovers untold sighs.
With every ray, the fragile truth redeems,
And leaves the heart to ponder love’s disguise.

But in the dusk, where shadows softly play,
A hidden world of yearning finds its way.
Though fleeting, these clandestine hearts will stay,
In secret gardens where the lost hearts lay.