Beneath the silver moon's soft glow,
Our eyes met, a gentle ebb and flow.
A heartbeat's whisper, a fleeting glance,
Our souls entwined in a sweet romance.

Laughter danced upon the evening air,
As if time itself chose to pause and stare.
That first embrace, a tender spark,
Ignited a flame in the depths of the dark.

In that moment, a story began to weave,
Of love's journey, a tapestry to believe.
Hand in hand, we'll face what comes our way,
Forever cherishing that very first day.




© निखिल