In the moonlight’s glow, the rhythm starts to play,
Where the shadows weave a tale in spirals, oh so sway,
With the pulse of the guitar, our hearts begin to race,
In the night we find our balance, lost in this embrace.
Every twirl, every glance, a magical design,
Through the haze of the allure, your body moves with mine,
We’re dancers of the twilight, igniting sparks so bright,
When we sway beneath the stars, everything feels right.
Cascades of laughter echo, as we paint the air,
In a world wrapped in enchantment, free from all the care,
The shadows whisper secrets that only we can hear,
In this dance of fleeting moments, all your fears disappear.
Let the music guide our souls, like a gentle stream,
In your eyes, I see the universe, a wild, vibrant dream,
With every step we take, we surrender to the night,
In the allure of the magic, everything feels so light.
As the evening fades to dawn, the stars begin to fall,
But the echoes of our laughter, still linger in the hall,
Though the shadows may retreat, our memories will stay,
In the dance of whispers, love will always find its way.
So let’s hold this fleeting hour, let it never end,
In the pulse of every heartbeat, you’re my lover, my friend,
For when the night is over, with the morning's soft caress,
I’ll cherish every moment, love’s eternal tenderness.
Latin
guitar, pulse, shadows, dance, allure