In legends wrapped in the soft embrace of night,
Voices intertwine with the fabric of stars,
The truth lies hidden, painted with ink of dreams,
As fleeting as the morning dew upon rose petals.
Whisper her name, beneath the moon’s embrace,
Where shadows form rivulets of ember soft sighs.
Kissed by winds that sigh through the boughs,
A truth of fervor waits, masked in velvet dusk.
Embodied in the silent spaces of longing breaths,
Migratory truths dance on the edges of tomorrow.
Each heartbeat is a brushstroke on the canvas unseen,
Your touch brings forth a constellation of solace.