Beneath the alabaster glow, secrets hum
Echoes of love letters dissolved in midnight fog
The stars dare not speak what they quietly witness
Twilight cascades like silent waterfalls,
Each droplet a coded whisper of passion.
Read the stars through veils of silver mist,
Her breath mingling with the dawn's first light,
A tapestry woven, strands of cryptic silk,
Beneath the moon’s vigilant eye, they dance,
Figures unknown but intimately familiar.
An unbroken chain of whispers,
Seasons changing, notes of a song unplayed,
Windows to worlds only glimpsed in dreams,
A union of shadows, forever entwined,
Their story written in the breath of night.
Seek the truth in lines half-etched in dusk,
Where the heart's murmurs turn to stars,
And the cipher of love's ancient tongue waits,
Whispers held by firelight, embers glowing softly,
Inviting you to decipher the whispers' call.
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