Under the rhythmic tick-tock of the eternal metronome, we dance, my clockwork muse. The gears of fate, oh how they twist and turn! In this labyrinth of brass and whispers, your love is the oil that eases the rusting cogs of my soul.
As midnight approaches, the moon's silver threads weave our dreams into the tapestry of the night. Each star, a witness to our clandestine rendezvous, hidden from the watchful eyes of the day.
Imagine a world where our whispers are the music of the spheres, a symphony played by the universe itself. In this world, time has no dominion, and our love flows like the infinite ribbon of stardust across the void.