Twilight Grace

In twilight's grace, where shadows dance,
A whisper's breath, a fleeting glance.
The moon, a pearl on velvet skies,
Reflects the dreams in lovers' eyes.

The night, a cloak of silken thread,
Wraps secrets in a midnight bed.
Stars, like whispers, softly speak,
Of wishes lost and hearts grown weak.

Beneath the canopy of night,
Two souls entwine in purest light.
Their whispered vows, a sacred song,
In the night's embrace, they belong.

Ephemeral, this moment's bliss,
Sealed with a tender, stolen kiss.
In twilight's grace, love finds its way,
A timeless dance, till break of day.

And then, as dawn begins to break,
The world stirs gently, half-awake.
The sun ascends, a golden hue,
Revealing dreams both old and new.

Birds sing hymns to morning's light,
Chasing away the remnants of night.
The lovers part with lingering touch,
Their hearts aglow, their spirits flush.

Promises whispered on the breeze,
Carried through the swaying trees.
They part, but know this truth profound:
In love's embrace, they're always bound.

And then, the day unfolds its arms,
A canvas vast, with endless charms.
Yet in their hearts, they always keep,
The twilight's grace, in memories deep.