In the embrace of dreams, where sunlight spills like molten gold,
And shadows weave tales of passions unspoken,
An echo of your voice dances upon the edge of dusk.
Oh, the silent music of your gaze,
Shimmering like stars caught in the ocean’s sigh,
Wrap me in this twilight, a symphony of longing.
With each breath, the world fades,
Leaving only the warmth of forgotten touches,
And the whispers of desire that linger in whispered shadows.
A canvas of dreams painted in twilight hues,
Where the heart knows what the soul craves,
Woven together in strands of sun and shadow.