In shadows where whispers dwell,
Secrets dance on the edge of light,
Hearts entwined in silent spells,
Lost in the embrace of night.
Through corridors of hidden dreams,
Paths converge in quiet grace,
A tapestry of untold schemes,
Woven in a secret place.
The moon casts a knowing gaze,
On lovers bound by unspoken vows,
A fleeting touch, a stolen phrase,
In the midst of hidden boughs.
Yet morning breaks with a gentle sigh,
As reality’s veil descends,
And the echoes of the nightâs reply,
Fade softly as the day begins.