Where essence and spirit waltz under lunar lullabies
In the shadows of the midnight, when the world takes a breath, I heard it: the echo of a whispered dream, Your presence lingers, tactile yet elusive, like a misty dawn drifting through!
Phantom footsteps mark the tracing of heartbeats on old, forgotten corridors. Through them, our love story writes itself, unwritten words forming constellations below our closed eyelids.
My soul dances in the space your laughter creates, each note wrapping around me like soft velvet, touching the inmost edges of my spirit, unfolding petals of yearning untamed.
Vision blurred by dreams and promises serene, I step forward, searching the recesses where one day I might catch your silhouette, standing still across the meadow of our collective musings.