In the cradle of the night, where shadows wane,
Grandeur whispers softly, echoes of my pain.
A tapestry of stars unfolds in quiet grace,
Each twinkle a reminder of your fleeting face.
Wrapped in solitude, I wander through the air,
The moonlight paints a portrait, a memory laid bare.
Within this dim embrace, my heart learns to confide,
In every breath I take, in every tear I bide.
Sublime reflections dance upon the silver streams,
Haunting melodies entwined within my dreams.
With every fleeting moment, the world begins to fade,
In this nocturne’s refuge, my sorrow's serenade.
Yet still I find in echoes, the beauty of the night,
For in the solemn silence, resides a gentle light.
The grandeur of your laughter, the solace of your name,
In solitude's embrace, my heart's forever tame.
Though shadows drift like whispers, and daylight seems so far,
I cherish every heartbeat that carries me where you are.
In every note I linger, in every sigh I weave,
A symphony of solace, a love I still believe.
So here's to the nocturne, a timeless lullaby,
In its embrace, I find you—our love will never die.
As echoes fade to silence, they carry me away,
To realms of endless night, where forever I shall stay.
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Nocturne, grandeur, solitude, echoes, sublime