Tracing paths in moonlight, where our shadows entwine softly... the echo of your name, a melody lost.
Breathless are the moments, woven with threads unseen, tenderly revealed in twilight's grasp. In the tapestry of stars, I find you — yearning, restless, a silent storm.
In every whisper, an invisible thread binds us, quietly unraveling secrets buried deep in the heart's recess.
Longings carved in breath, a hallowed echo in the dusk. And through the fog of dreams, your silhouette calls to me.