In the silken veil of tender twilight

In the silken veil of tender twilight, where shadows weave a mystic cloud and a moonbeam whispers ancient secrets about the spell of love, brave and bold, I lose myself in thoughts and dreams, in memories that float like petals of time on a breeze, like ancient scrolls from timeless seas, each moment a celestial dance, a fleeting touch, a stolen glance, and I wonder about the days that were and the nights to come, about the river of dreams that flows endlessly through valleys kissed by the first song of dawn, its waters, mirrors of the soul, reflecting the eternal goal of love... In the garden where midnight blooms and roses glow in silver chambers, I see myself and you, two spirits merging, like mist and air, a bond beyond the world's despair, our love, the ephemeral glow of a firefly in the forest where the rivers of time flow, but in that spark, a universe, a timeless verse, a sacred curse, and I think how, though night must yield to day and all that is beautiful fades away, my heart remembers, ever true, the magic of love, yours and mine, and I wonder if we will ever find those lost moments, those pure light moments, in the eternal dusk... And so, I let myself be carried by the flow of memories, through the silken veil of tender twilight, where shadows weave a mystic cloud and a moonbeam whispers ancient secrets, about the spell of love, brave and bold, and I wonder if, in this endless search, we will ever discover the true nature of our soul, in the reflection of the water, in the celestial dance of fleeting moments, in the gentle touch of our dreams...