"Whispers Beneath the Moonlight"

Beneath the sky of velvet blue,
I found a soul — and it was you.
A whisper echoed in the air,
Like silent wishes, soft and fair.

You came not with thunder, nor loud display,
But like a breeze at end of day.
Your eyes held stars I’d never known,
A thousand worlds that felt like home.

You touched my hand, and time stood still,
My restless heart, at last, fell still.
Each heartbeat sang a quiet tune,
A rhythm born beneath the moon.

You laughed, and colors came to life,
Soft hues that healed my inner strife.
No jewel could shine with such delight
As one small glance from you at night.

You are the calm in chaos wide,
The lighthouse where my thoughts reside.
Each breath you take becomes my song,
In your embrace, I feel I belong.

We wandered through the city lights,
Our fingers brushing gentle nights.
No need for riches, crowns, or gold —
With you, I had the world to hold.

I wrote your name in every page,
A poet caught in love’s sweet cage.
Your voice became my sacred verse,
A lullaby to calm the curse.

I’d wait a thousand lives for this —
To taste the rain upon your kiss.
To chase the dusk and greet the dawn,
With arms around me — never gone.

In secret gardens of the soul,
You bloomed where once was dark and cold.
A rose among the thorns of pain,
You taught me how to love again.

And when the storms began to rise,
You stayed with truth behind your eyes.
Not every day was soft and sweet,
But even battles felt complete.

You held me through the silent cries,
And kissed the shadows from my skies.
No perfect tale — but wholly real,
In every scar, you helped me heal.

The way your fingers trace my skin,
As if the story lies within —
Each line you touch, a secret told,
A map of hearts in love's strong hold.

We danced beneath the chandelier,
Of stars that shone when you were near.
Each moment stretched like threads of silk,
Your lips like wine, your breath like milk.

And time, that thief, may try its best
To challenge hearts that beat in chest.
But we — oh love — we stand so firm,
Like roots that twist through every turn.

I do not need a thousand songs,
Just silence shared where love belongs.
I do not dream of distant seas,
Just you, and quiet evenings’ breeze.

And if the world forgets my name,
If fire dims and none remains,
Let them remember only this:
That I was hers — and she was his.

So here beneath the moon I write,
This poem born from softest light.
A vow not carved in stone or scroll,
But etched in heart, in mind, in soul.

For love, true love, is not a race,
But slow and steady, full of grace.
It’s not in grand or showy ways,
But in the small, consistent days.

It’s coffee cups and shared routines,
It’s folded shirts and in-between.
It’s being there through joy and pain,
And choosing love again, again.

Let’s build a life from little things,
Like early walks and wedding rings.
Like reading books with tangled feet,
And laughing till we can’t repeat.

Let’s promise not with diamonds bright,
But daily warmth and held hands tight.
Let’s write a story, line by line,
Where even silence says: “You’re mine.”

So take my hand, let's walk as two,
Through time, through change, through all we do.
No matter how the tides may turn,
For you, my love, I always burn.

This love, this life, this poem’s breath,
Will linger even after death.
For though this world may fade and fall,
You are my always, through it all.

Let seasons change and years go by,
We’ll still be under the same sky.
Through every storm, through joy and strife,
You are the rhythm of my life.
My constant flame, my guiding light —
My love each day, my every night.

If ever doubt begins to grow,
Just feel my heart — you'll always know.
No distance, time, or shadowed fear
Could steal the bond we’ve built so clear.
In every breath, in every sigh,
You're my forever — you and I.