Under the moon’s tender glow, A beauty stands with skin aglow. Her eyes, like stars, in night’s embrace, A gentle grace in every pace. A tiny mark on lip does lie, A secret kissed by night’s soft sigh. Her form, a work of art unspun, In twilight’s gaze, two souls are one. In dreams where whispers softly stream, A love as tender as a dream. In silence shared, the heart knows well, In gentle moments, stories dwell.