Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
I search the stars for signs of you,
In every breeze, in every shadow,
Your memory lingers, ever true.

The nightingale sings its lonely tune,
A melody of longing and despair,
While I, beneath this wistful moon,
Whisper secrets to the empty air.

Each dawn brings a new day to face,
Yet still your absence fills the space,
In dreams, I find a fleeting embrace,
But morning sun reveals the trace.

Oh, how the heart yearns for your touch,
In every moment, in every sigh,
The world feels vast, yet never enough,
Until again, we reunite, you and I.