Nightingales sing beneath the silver of the crescent moon, whispered promises entwined with stars, flickering like dreams on the horizon. Can you hear them?
Between fleeting breaths and soft sighs, we weave tales of love more profound than the ocean's call. Each whisper, a fleeting echo in the caverns of our hearts.
Dance through the shadows of fleeting time, where every gaze a spark, igniting the air between us.
Reveries held captive in amber moments, suspended breaths suspended beneath autumn's sigh.
Reflection, like the morning dew upon the grass, disappears only to be reborn in the warmth of a shared smile. Do you believe?