Across the midnight sky, dew drops hold our unsaid words, glimmering truths hidden beneath the veils of time. A clock ticks softly, echoing the rhythm of your name, woven into the tapestry of stars.
Linger by the edge of the wind where petals drift, carrying secrets too delicate to speak aloud. Whisper to the moon, let it cradle those silent vows we dare not utter, whisper the constellation of our hearts.
Shall we dance upon the ripples of a distant dream? Your laughter painting hues of a summer's dawn, my soul entwined with each fleeting sigh. Encoded within the trills of night birds lies the melody of us; a symphony in quiet rebellion against waking realities.
In moments of silence, your smile ignites the heavens, a thousand unbroken promises shining vividly yet unseen. The path to your heart is marked by constellations only I can follow, a celestial map etched in the sand of time.
perhaps an etching in forgotten stone hides the rest, errant paths leading to treasures unseen, where the heart knows its names yet, untold.