Under the Moon’s Gentle Gaze

Beneath the silvered whispers of the moon,

In a world softened by twilight’s embrace,

I found you, a fleeting figure of grace,

A melody that turned silence to tune.

Your eyes, twin stars in the endless expanse,

Hold secrets I yearn but dare not confide,

Yet their glimmer sets my restless heart’s tide,

Sweeping me into this dreamlike romance.

The wind carries your name, soft and serene,

Through fields where shadows and fireflies play,

A murmur of hope as night greets the day,

Each note laced with what might and might not mean.

We walk, though no words pass between our lips,

Our hands brushing close, then drifting apart.

A silent rhythm—two worlds, one strange heart—

Suspended like time in a star’s eclipse.

Your laughter rings like a bell in the mist,

Gentle and fleeting, it hangs in the air,

A promise unspoken, tender and rare,

A love unknown but impossible to resist.

The earth beneath feels alive with our tread,

Each step marking paths uncharted, yet known,

A journey carved in constellations shown

Only to us, where no others have led.

The moon, witness to this delicate thread,

Watches, patient as tides that rise and fall,

Whispering secrets in its silver call,

Binding our hearts in light where we tread.

Should this night fade as all others must do,

And dawn comes to scatter dreams we have sown,

Know that in this fleeting moment alone,

I’ve found eternity reflected in you.

Would you linger, here beneath starlight’s dome,

And trace the heavens with soft fingertips?

Let the sky be ours and not let it slip,

For together, the cosmos feels like home.

Though the night turns to an inky embrace,

I will hold this spark, this eternal flame,

For even if we’re but players in fate’s game,

This love will endure, no time can erase.

In your presence, the ordinary transforms,

The world becomes poetry, life becomes art,

Your smile a stanza that rewrites my heart,

Breaking through doubt, like sunshine after storms.

Should our paths diverge like rivers in spring,

Carving their courses far from one another,

Let these moments remain, mine to uncover,

A song that my soul will forever sing.

For love, in its truest, most fragile form,

Needs no future, no promises nor vows.

It simply is, like the stars or the boughs

That stretch for the sky, through sunshine and storm.

And so, under the moon’s soft, patient gaze,

I give you this night, unbroken, complete.

No words, no deeds, no plans we must repeat—

Just the quiet bloom of love’s sacred phase.