In the quiet of the night, whispers softly flow,
Promises like stardust, in the moon’s gentle glow.
Echoes of a future, painted in dreams,
Where hope lingers softly, in luminous streams.

Beneath the vast sky, where the wildflowers sway,
Promises are woven in the fabric of day.
Each word a thread, in a tapestry wide,
Bound by the faith, that our hearts will abide.

In the dawn’s embrace, as the world awakens anew,
Promises hold steady, like the morning dew.
Through seasons of change, they weather the storm,
A beacon of light, where our spirits transform.

As the sun sets beyond the horizon’s view,
Promises remain, steadfast and true.
Guiding our paths, through shadows and light,
A timeless vow, in the depths of night.