In twilight’s embrace, a soft romance.
The delicate harp strums a tale so sweet,
Underneath the stars, where lovers meet.
Whispering trees with secrets to unfold,
Their branches entwined in stories of old.
A gentle breeze carries dreams on its sigh,
As the heavens unfold in a starry high.
Notes like crystal droplets fall from the sky,
Creating a tender harmony, a lullaby.
Each chord a promise, each sound a caress,
In this sacred space, feelings coalesce.
With each passing moment, the world fades away,
As the nightingale sings, urging hearts to stay.
In the glow of the moon, hearts heal and mend,
With every sweet whisper, there's love to defend.
So linger a while in this enchanted light,
Where dreams are woven, and everything's right.
In a moonlit meadow, where love finds its way,
We'll cherish the night, as we seize the day.
As the stars watch over, our spirits take flight,
In the arms of the dusk, our souls shine so bright.
With a delicate harp playing soft, sweet refrain,
Together forever, in joy and in pain.
As the dawn paints the sky, and the shadows retreat,
We'll carry this moment, a treasure complete.
In the warmth of our hearts, with the night's gentle glow,
We'll find our way back, wherever we go.
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Moonlit meadow, delicate harp, whispering trees, starry veil, tender harmony