Whispers of the Heart

In the soft murmur of evening's sigh,

Where shadows blend with fading light,

There dwells a symphony of whispers,

Echoes of dreams taking flight.

Whispers of the heart, gentle and true,

Carried on the wings of a gentle breeze,

A language known to the soul alone,

A melody that puts the mind at ease.

Each whisper holds a tale untold,

A story woven with threads of gold,

Of love that blooms in quiet hours,

And hope that rises like springtime flowers.

Listen closely to the whispered words,

For in them lies a treasure trove,

Of memories cherished, dreams unfurled,

And the essence of boundless love.

Whispers of the heart, a sacred song,

In the stillness of the night they belong,

Guiding us through life's ebb and flow,

A gentle reminder that we're not alone.

So heed the whispers, let them be your guide,

In their soft embrace, let your heart reside,

For in whispers of the heart, you'll find,

The solace and strength to unwind.