Underneath the silvery glow,
Where shadows dance and soft winds blow,
Two lovers meet in secret tryst,
Their hearts entwined, by fate kissed.
The night is deep, the stars alight,
A canopy of dreams in flight.
She whispers softly, words so sweet,
In moonlit grove where they discreet.
His hand in hers, a tender clasp,
A world beyond their reach they grasp.
With every look, with every sigh,
They write a love that will not die.
Beneath the moon's embracing beam,
Their love, a gentle, flowing stream.
No spoken vow, no grand display,
Just whispered truths that softly stay.
In moonlit whispers, hearts confessed,
Two souls in love, forever blessed.
Beneath the night’s soft, glowing hue,
Their spirits soar, their love renew.
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