In twilight's gentle embrace we meet,
A tapestry woven where shadows greet,
With velvet flourish in our tendered sighs,
The world dissolves as starlight flies.
Through cloisters of time, where echoes roam,
A frosted theme, like whispers from home,
Each note a caress, each glance a soft trace,
In this sonnet of silence, we find our place.
Deeper into the night, our hearts take flight,
With a shattered adagio, we dance out of sight,
In the silence that follows, a lingering breeze,
Unraveled in motion, our souls catch at ease.
An echoed crescendo, the symphony swells,
In the spaces between, where unspoken dwells,
As dusk gives way to the night's sweet embrace,
We twine our fates in a whispered grace.
And when dawn's first light returns to the skies,
We'll carry this moment, where love never dies,
For in the heart's chamber, a melody's trace,
Lingers forever, in whispered grace.
Classical
Whispered Grace, Velvet Flourish, Frosted Theme, Shattered Adagio, Echoed Crescendo