The moon’s cool hand paints a silhouette; tangled limbs in silver.
Two hearts, embers flickering. Broken wings finding solace.
Every touch, a secret whispered. Every kiss, a promise etched.
A sleepy smile graces your lips; is there anything more beautiful than this?
Not to me.
We are tethered; creating roots in unwavering hope.
Through the night, we turn as one; petals unfurling.
Whispered sighs blending into melody,
A story waiting to be told.