In the quiet of the moonlit forest’s embrace,
Where shadows dance in a delicate trace,
The whispering leaves tell tales of old,
Of love that blooms in the night, bold.

Beneath the canopy of twinkling stars,
Where dreams are woven without scars,
The gentle breeze carries our song,
A melody where hearts belong.

The river’s murmur, a sweet serenade,
Echoes the promise we once made,
To cherish each moment, come what may,
In nature’s arms, we find our way.

As dawn’s light begins to unfold,
Our love story in nature is told,
A testament to the beauty we see,
In every leaf, in every tree.