In the garden where the winds caress, secrets of the heart manifest whispered in emerald sighs.
Once, beneath the boughs of ancient trees, I heard your breath entwined with the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine. Each petal, a note in our symphony, every star a cipher to our passion.
The moon's silver path beckons, guiding shadows to realms where words are woven like silken threads in the tapestry of dreams. Let them tell the stories only the brave whisper to the skies.