In the shadow of the moonlight, where the whispers softly sway,
A dancer glides through every rhythm, painting night with shades of play.
Her feet ignite the silence, with a pulse that draws us near,
In the echo of her passion, every heartbeat crystal clear.
When the guitar starts to whisper, the strings vibrate through the air,
Colors swirl in vibrant motion, like the flame of a wild flare.
With each swing of her body, a story starts to unfold,
In the realm of the forgotten, in the warmth against the cold.
Let the world dance around us, let the flames ignite our souls,
In this moment, let’s be timeless, let the music take control.
Every note is a confession, every strum a sacred vow,
In the heartbeat of the evening, we are living poets now.
Through the streets of old Sevilla, where the sun kisses the dusk,
We’ll find magic in the shadows, wrapped in love's intoxicating musk.
As the echoes linger softly, like a promise in the breeze,
We’ll entwine our own flamenco, and carve memories with ease.
The vibrance of our laughter, the rhythm in our sighs,
In the dance of wild abandon, love will never say goodbye.
So let's sway into forever, let this moment sweep us high,
With a heartbeat in our chest, we’ll embrace the night’s reply.
As the stars become our witness and the dawn begins to glow,
We’ll carry forth this journey, in our hearts the music flows.
In the silence of the morning, hear the promise we will keep,
In the echo of our story, love will always run so deep.
Latin
flamenco, heartbeat, swing, vibrance, echo