"Whispers of the Heart"
"A Symphony of Love in Verse"
In the moonlit shadows, whispers begin to intertwine,
A symphony of love, our hearts do define.
Gentle verses dance upon the breeze's art,
Elegantly titled, "Whispers of the Heart."
A touch, a glance, embraced by twilight's glow,
Notes of passion in a secret space do flow.
Each word a melody, each line a vital part,
Creating a beautiful harmony, "A Symphony of Love in Verse."
With ink as the quill and emotions as the inkwell,
We script our tale, allowing the verses to dwell.
Within the parchment of time, our story imparts,
An eternal ballad, known as "Whispers of the Heart."
Through seasons of joy and storms of desire,
Our love burns bright, an unquenchable fire.
A poetic journey, where emotions converse,
A timeless sonnet, "A Symphony of Love in Verse."
In the stillness, where moonbeams conspire,
Our hearts softly speak, a language entire.
So, let this ballad, like a dove, depart,
To serenade the world with "Whispers of the Heart."
In every stanza, love gracefully unfurls,
A melody that spans across the entire world.
Our love, a masterpiece, a poetic converse,
Forever etched in time, "A Symphony of Love in Verse."
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