Underneath the silver moon,
The guitar whispers low,
Strumming softly through the gloom,
Where passion starts to grow.
The rhythm's warm, it pulls me in,
The beat of drums ignites,
With every strike, I feel the fire,
Dancing through the night.
Percussion lifts us higher,
In a whirl of vibrant sound,
Melody like a river flows,
As our lost hearts are found.
With every note, we lose control,
Our spirits intertwine,
The music paints a masterpiece,
In colors bold and fine.
Feel the heat rise from our souls,
Like flames that never tire,
In this embrace of melody,
Our hearts are set on fire.
The stars become our witness,
In this bittersweet refrain,
With every heartbeat, every breath,
We escape the tide of pain.
So let the night descend on us,
As we surrender, free,
The world fades to a whisper,
It's just your hand in me.
With every strum and every beat,
We chase the shadows far,
In the dance of love's sweet magic,
We've found who we are.
Hold me close beneath the stars,
Let the fire blaze so bright,
With the guitar's gentle whisper
And the rhythm through the night.
We'll let the world remember
This moment that we claim,
With the harmony of hearts entwined,
Forever in the flame.
Latin
Guitar, Drums, Percussion, Melody, Fire