In the garden of twilight dreams we stand, Two hearts whispered by the soft night air, Promises painted with trembling hand, Underneath the stars' watchful, tender glare. Youth's brief embrace, a fleeting dance, In eyes where hope and innocence reside, A tapestry woven of sweet romance, With every glance, a universe inside. The dawn may chase our shadows away, But in this moment — timeless, divine, Our souls entwined in love's gentle sway, Seventeen, forever — you're wonderfully mine.