In the gentle dusk, where whispers breathe,
Love and death dance, in shadows beneath.
A fleeting touch, a silent sigh,
Where hearts entwine, yet softly die.

The moonlight casts a silver glow,
On memories that ebb and flow.
A love so deep, yet bound by fate,
In the tender arms of death, we wait.

Each heartbeat echoes, a distant call,
As petals of time begin to fall.
A love that lives, beyond the veil,
In whispered dreams, where we prevail.

In the end, when shadows fade,
Love and death, a serenade.
Together they dance, in eternal night,
A timeless bond, in endless light.