In the quiet dance of twilight’s gentle breath,
Where shadows weave their tales of grace,
Your lips, like roses in the night’s caress,
Speak in whispers, a soft, tender trace.

Beneath the stars, a silent symphony plays,
Each note a brush of soft, velvet hues,
Your lips, a melody that gently sways,
Singing secrets the heart carefully imbues.

The dawn arrives with its golden light,
Yet still, your lips hold the night’s sweet song,
A promise held in the calm of night,
Where dreams and reality softly belong.

In every touch, a story unfolds,
A testament to the love we chase,
Your lips, a timeless tale retold,
In the quiet dance of twilight’s gentle grace.