In twilight’s embrace, where shadows do dwell,
The whispers of night weave a magical spell.
With every soft note, in the fading light,
We dance through the echoes of the lingering night.
A starlit ballad unfolds from afar,
It sings of lost dreams, like a wandering star.
Each promise of love, etched in moonlit grace,
A tapestry woven in this sacred space.
In the heart of the silence, a shadowed symphony,
Resonates softly, a haunting decree.
With violins crying like sweet autumn rain,
The music unravels our sorrow and pain.
But in this faded interlude, soft and serene,
The ghosts of our laughter paint a delicate scene.
Each sigh of the breeze carries wishes once spun,
It cradles the moments when we were as one.
As whispered goodbyes linger in the air,
And memories dance like the fragrance of fair,
The echoed cadence guides each fleeting heartbeat,
In the twilight’s embrace, with love, we repeat.
So let the crimson minuet, in silence declare,
Though time may march on, we shall always be there.
In each note and each breath, we eternally sway,
For love's gentle music shall never decay.
Classical
Crimson Minuet, Starlit Ballad, Shadowed Symphony, Faded Interlude, Echoed Cadence