In the depths of uncharted affection, where words dance on the cusp of being but never are, lies a world of symphonies unheard. Can you hear it? The spine-tingling serenade of shadows, lilting notes that escape the bounds of time but are forever shrouded in silence.
Soon the world will know our melody, threaded by starlight and whispered by the moon. A ballad of two unyielding hearts, interwoven through countless sunsets and whispered dreams. Come closer. Listen to our unsung symphony.
Longing becomes the refrain of our existence, winding braids of golden hope, nestled in every fugue and dream. The hourglass empties with each tender note; do you feel the rush? Could you hold the crescendo in your hands?
In the shadowed park, beneath the embrace of timeless trees, our souls collided. A brief eternity caught in a glance. Turn the page to a new dawn, where everything is unsung, everything is unfinished.