Beneath the moon's soft, stolen glow, In silence deep where whispers flow, The chill of distance fades away, As tender words we dare to say. Let not the frost between us stay, For love's a fire that warms the clay. In this embrace, let time stand still, To fill the space with what we will. For far too long, through winters' blight, We've dreamed of doves in flight by night. So take my hand, let's weave the threads, Of warmth where once cold shadows tread. In gentle union, hearts align, In love's sweet dance, you're truly mine. No longer shall the coldness hold, As passion's flame, anew, unfolds.