In the quiet murmur of the night,
Where stars weave dreams in soft, silver light,
A heart beats steady, unyielding and true,
For love knows no bounds, nor skies it can't view.

Through valleys of sorrow, where shadows may creep,
A committed heart vows to dream and to leap.
With every whispered promise, each soft, tender sigh,
The lover never despairs; their spirit will fly.

For hope is a lantern that brightly will blaze,
Guiding the lost through love's intricate maze. ...