In the silence of the night, it speaks,
A language woven in subtle gestures,
Every breath a whispered tale,
Of dreams and hidden desires.
The heart beats a rhythmic story,
Pulsing with the weight of memories,
Each pulse a testament to love,
Unseen, yet deeply felt.
The skin a canvas of time’s embrace,
Etched with lines of laughter and tears,
A map to journeys long forgotten,
Yet alive in every touch.
Eyes that hold the universe within,
Reflecting stars and storms alike,
They speak in glances, soft and bold,
A mirror to the soul’s silent song.