In the hush of night, love softly weaves, A symphony of whispers, like autumn leaves. With gentle words, it paints a tender scene, Where hearts entwine, and emotions convene.

Love's whispers carry on a gentle breeze, Caressing souls with warmth and sweet ease. They tell tales of passion, both old and new, Creating a world where love's dreams come true.

In a touch so gentle, love finds its way, A language unspoken, where souls can sway. Fingertips tracing trails of desire, Igniting sparks that set hearts afire.

Love's whispers echo through moonlit skies, A serenade that never truly dies. They fill the spaces between heartbeats, Creating a rhythm that forever repeats.

In a lover's gaze, love's story unfolds, Eyes locked in a dance, a tale untold. With each glance, a universe is born, Where love's secrets bloom, like roses at dawn.

Whispers of love, like a sacred art, Unveiling emotions that stir the heart. They bridge the distance, erase all divide, Uniting souls, forever side by side.

So, let us listen to love's soft refrain, Embrace its whispers, let them gently reign. For in the whispers, a symphony's grace, Love's tender essence, in every embrace.


© pasha