In the realm where shadows dance,
Where fleeting moments find their chance,
There lies a love so delicate, so tender,
A wistful tale that time cannot render.

Ephemeral love, a fragile bloom,
Born in the heart's secret room,
It blossoms with a whispered sigh,
And fades as swiftly as a butterfly.

Like morning mist, it graces the air,
A fleeting touch, a stolen affair,
A silken thread, woven in a dream,
Where passion's flames forever gleam.

In tender whispers and stolen glances,
Two souls entwined in fleeting romances,
They bask in love's ephemeral glow,
Embracing...