In the quiet lull between stars and dusk,
There lies a whisper—tender, longing,
Like waves tracing old tales upon the sand,
Written by the tides—silent, enduring.
Love, a gentle echo of the moon's caress,
Lingers in the heart's solitary reflection,
Each beat a ripple in the ocean's expanse,
An embrace of shadows cloaked in embrace.
As stars dissolve into the morning light,
So too, the night surrenders its secret sighs,
To dawn's chorus, serenading the quiet,
A love story—endless, timeless, returning.