In whispered nights where silence reigns, The moon becomes my confidante. I tell her tales of heart's refrains, Of you—the muse I gently haunt. Each lunar glow holds dreams I weave, As stars align with love's embrace. And though at times my heart must grieve Your absent words, I seek your trace. Yet, in the quiet, tender light, The universe still hears my call— For love, though shy, is bold and bright, And in this night, it binds us all.