In twilight’s embrace where whispers dwell,
The pulse of the night begins to swell.
Beneath the stars, a soft sigh flies,
A melody formed where the true heart lies.
With elegance woven in silken threads,
The depth of our dreams, where few ever tread.
Each note a caress on the canvas of time,
In perfect alignment, in rhythm, sublime.
A gentle crescendo, the world holds its breath,
As waves of emotion rise, conquering death.
In hushed reverie, where shadows retreat,
We dance with the echoes, and find our heartbeat.
Through valleys of silence, we drift on the breeze,
An odyssey whispered among rustling leaves.
The beauty of twilight, embracing the night,
In the stillness, we bask in unfolding light.
With every heartbeat, a story unfolds,
In the depth of the silence, our truth gently molds.
This symphony breathing, both tender and vast,
In the quiet, we cherish what ever shall last.
And as the night yields to the dawn’s gentle glow,
Our souls entwined in what only we know.
In the crescendo of beauty, where silence will weave,
We find our forever, in love’s sweet reprieve.
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