As the clock struck eleven in the quiet solitude of longing, two souls entwined in whispers softer than dreams.
Beneath a star-stitched sky, encrypted fragments of time wove a narrative unseen, yet deeply felt.
Echoes of your laugh dance on the lunar tide, remixed by the gravity of my heart's longing,
each wave a rhythmic poem, encrypting the soul's quest for your undeniable light.
I find myself wandering the aisles of your memories,
every moment a pixelated reflection of love’s language,
fragmented in ribbons of silk and shadows,
encrypted with the perfume of timeless desire. Trace the Path
If time were a river, I would sail on whispers,
tracing the veins of whispers wrapped in dusk,
through eddies of colorful memories,
where your name flows like a forgotten ode. Weave the Whisper