In the gentle hush of the night,
Where dreams and stars entwine,
The heart whispers tales of love,
In a language only the soul can define.

Amidst the shadows of the moon,
It dances with a fervent grace,
Painting the sky with silent tunes,
In the quiet, it finds its place.

A soft rhythm beats within,
A melody of unspoken words,
Carried by the winds of time,
Like the flight of unseen birds.

And as the dawn begins to break,
The heart sighs with gentle ease,
Holding onto the night’s embrace,
In the whispering morning breeze.