Love’s Whisper
In the quiet hush of the night’s embrace, Where stars ignite and secrets bloom, I pen verses dipped in moonlight, A symphony of longing and tender grace.
Your eyes, twin galaxies of wonder, Hold constellations yet uncharted, And within their depths, I find solace, A celestial map to navigate love’s terrain.
Your laughter, a melody woven by angels, Echoes through the corridors of my heart, Each note a promise of forever, A dance of souls in harmonious art.
Our fingertips brush like whispered secrets, Tracing constellations upon skin, And in that delicate touch, we discover, The universe conspiring for us to begin.
Love, a fragile bloom in the garden of time, Yet resilient as the ancient oak, Rooted deep, it defies storms and seasons, A testament to the magic we invoke.
So let our love be an epic poem, Written across the canvas of existence, In ink of stardust and passion’s fire, A tale whispered by the moon’s persistence.
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Dave Harding
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