In the gentle hush of twilight’s glow,Two hearts converse in whispers low.A language woven with tender grace,Where love finds its sacred space.Words, like petals, softly fall,Crafting stories that enthrall.In English verses, love takes flight,Guided by the stars of night.Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,Promises form in heartfelt praise.Each syllable a tender caress,In the language of love, we confess.With every word, a bridge we build,Connecting souls, our dreams fulfilled.In English love, our spirits blend,A timeless song that knows no end.