In the quiet of the night, where dreams softly tread,
Words dance like shadows, where moonlight is shed.
A symphony of whispers, in the silence they start,
Painting love’s portrait on the canvas of the heart.

Each verse a gentle touch, caressing the soul,
Binding emotions in a tender, timeless scroll.
The rhythm of affection, a sweet, melodic stream,
Flowing through the valleys of an endless dream.

Stanzas like soft kisses, planted with care,
Blooming in the garden of love’s gentle air.
The cadence of passion, a song without end,
Echoing through the chambers where hearts mend.

In the embrace of poetry, where love resides,
Words become the wings on which the spirit glides.
A tapestry woven with threads of desire,
Igniting the heart with an eternal fire.