In the quiet of the evening's glow,
When stars whisper tales of love so slow,
Two hearts dance in a silent embrace,
Lost in time, in each other’s grace.
A touch, a glance, so tender, so light,
Like moonbeams kissing the edge of night,
No words are spoken, yet all is heard,
In the gentle rhythm of hearts, undeterred.
A love that blooms in the softest way,
In the stillness of night, it finds its stay,
A romance pure, in whispers it flows,
In the quiet moments, love deeply grows.
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