Midnight Love

In the quieted embrace of 12 PM's quiet beauty,

Where shadows dance and time races,

An ensemble of stars starts to play,

A heavenly material in the night's exhibit.

Underneath the moon's delicate, shiny sheen,

A romantic tale unfurls, concealed,

12 PM murmurs, insider facts untold,

In the embroidered artwork of night, love grabs hold.

Twelve o'clock rolls in, an enchanted hour,

As energy blossoms like a 12 PM bloom,

Two hearts laced in an enormous dance,

Lost in the spell of sweet sentiment.

Moonbeams wind through the smooth air,

Projecting a gleam on a relationship,

In the nursery of dreams, where wants blossom,

12 PM love, a charming fragrance.

A delicate breeze conveys the sweethearts' moans,

As heavenly bodies observer with knowing eyes,

Stars gleam, mirroring affection's delicate fire,

In the tremendous span, they scratch a sweetheart's name.

Murmurs of adoration in the tranquility dwell,

Reverberations of enthusiasm, sentiments can't stow away,

In the velvet evening, love's range spreads out,

Painting a show-stopper of 12 PM twirls.

The world snoozing, yet love is totally alert,

In the tranquility of 12 PM, guarantees make,

Hearts like lamps in the obscurity sparkle,

A sacrosanct second, rising above time.

Outlines laced, a dance of beauty,

Two spirits converging in this hallowed space,

12 PM love, an everlasting rhyme,

Written in stardust, enduring through time.

As the clock ticks on, the night unfurls,

A romantic tale, immortal and striking,

Through the cloak of obscurity, love's light glimmers,

Directing hearts through 12 PM dreams.

The ensemble of night, a bedtime song,

Stroking the spirits that underneath it lie,

12 PM love, a heavenly melody,

In the quietude of night, where hearts should be.

The moon, an observer to cherish's expressive dance,

Projecting its shine on energy's showcase,

In the profundities of night, where dreams are turned,

A romantic tale composed by the moon and the sun.

12 PM love, a delicate melody,

In the mystery garden where feelings swim,

Stars as witnesses, the night as their stage,

An everlasting adoration, past the natural enclosure.

As the night melts away and day break moves close,

12 PM love, a memory dear,

In the main light, love's quintessence waits,

An immortal story of 12 PM's delicate fingers.

In the embroidery of time, a section total,

12 PM love, a song sweet,

Reverberating through the halls of the heart,

An adoration that never blurs, a masterpiece.