In the quiet hum of evening’s embrace,
Love weaves its gentle, unseen lace.
Beneath the gaze of the silver moon,
Hearts find rhythm in a tender tune.

Stars twinkle softly in the night sky,
As whispers of love quietly fly.
In the soft glow of moonlit beams,
We weave together our woven dreams.

Each heartbeat an echo, a silent call,
In the vastness where dreams gently fall.
Love’s language, known by the heart,
In every glance, it finds its part.

Let the night hold us in its embrace,
Where time pauses, leaving no trace.
Love’s gentle whispers fill the air,
A timeless bond beyond compare.