A card slipped through the silent night, With words befitting shades of moon, A secret script, a lover's flight, "With love, I'll see you soon." Amidst the red of roses' hue, A whisper echoes soft and rare, Yet there, beneath the paper's blue, A wish to touch your azure hair. In shadows deep, the ink confides, Hearts speak where words may fail, A secret waits, where love abides, In dreams that this day unveil.