Endless refrain, melodic flame; your voice loops in my heart's frame, like the ardent sparrow each evening
singing the untraceable melody, unheard of, yet known profoundly. Off-given secrets, spoken lightly yet
bound by fervent feeling—do you hear it as I do, that eternal embrace of sound?
Nightfall whispers sweet sighs to the silent winds; dance under the moonlight's kiss
as the world sleeps—yet our souls awaken, kindled by the branching orchards of whispered promises
where your laughter weaves in starry threads from daybreak's palette to night's loving arms.