In the shadows of the night, where quiet dreams unfold,
I hear echoes of your laughter, like stories yet untold.
A soft strum of the guitarra, dances on the breeze,
Whispers of your love surround me, bringing me to my knees.
The moonlight paints the world in silver, casting spells divine,
Every heartbeat in the stillness, feels the rhythm of your rhymes.
With every sigh, I feel your presence, in the gentle vaivén,
A secret melody that lingers, calling me to come again.
Through the branches and the leaves, your essence lingers near,
In the warmth of every moment, I can almost taste the fear.
Of losing all the magic, that the night so sweetly brings,
But I hold onto the echoes, as my wandering heart sings.
So let us dance beneath the starlight, where shadows intertwine,
With the strums of ancient stories, written just for you and I.
Every whisper carries meaning, in the silence, we find peace,
In the rhythm of the night, there’s a love that will not cease.
As dawn approaches gently, painting skies with gold and pink,
I will cherish every moment, in the fragrance of that drink.
In the dance of fleeting hours, our hearts will always know,
That in the night of whispers, our love continues to grow.
With one last strum of guitarra, as the world begins to change,
I’ll hold tight onto the echoes, knowing love will rearrange.
When the sun kisses the horizon, and the night begins to fade,
In the symphony of time, our dreams will never trade.
Latin
Noche, eco, guitarra, susurros, vaivén