In Moonlight’s Silent Embrace

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Beautiful moon,

run to my side;

beneath the velvet shroud of night,

where whispers drift on silver wings,

love quietly unfurls its heart-

a gentle breath the darkness sings.


You are a sculpture carved from moonlight,

a delicate form born of silver streams,

a soft shimmer sleeping on golden dust,

a whisper shaped from the night’s

most tender dreams.


Night hums its secret melody-

a silver sigh, a drifting mist,

as though the universe leans close

to catch the echo

of your silent kiss.


For night is not mere shadow’s reign,

but a sanctuary deep and vast,

where secrets cast into the silence

burn with a soft, eternal flame.


Silence listens when I call your name;

it glows with your shy, tender smile,

filling empty spaces with your light-

a flicker in the dark

that lingers for a while.


When even your softest shadow

touches my heart,

the breath of the wind

becomes a love song,

threading the night

with gentle harmony.


In your absence, the stars grow dim-

their shimmer fading into longing;

the sky forgets how to dream without you,

a canvas waiting

for your colors to begin.


Yet above us, stars scatter like hopes

across the midnight sea-

each one a silent melody,

a fragile light that helps us cope.


You are the spark that darkness kept,

the promise cradled in trembling hands,

the gentle glow through storms of tears,

the flame I lit

on forgotten, silent sands.


Let me share the weight of your wonders,

wrap your laughter in playful grace,

wander with you through quiet hours,

and unravel time

with every tender trace.


The breeze, a gentle messenger,

stirs leaves in hushed celestial dance,

carrying secrets in its trance-

a love that lingers, soft and sure.


Moments glimpsed in the dark-

a glance, a touch, a silent vow-

become eternities somehow,

etched on memory’s shining arc.


Love wanders through these shadowed halls

toward dawn’s awakening grace,

renewing hope in every trace

as night again softly falls.


So come to me, moonlight-

be the rhythm of my breath;

wrap this moment in silver,

and let the two of us

become a single line

written across the sky.


There, in that sacred hush

where shadows dance with ease,

we’ll find a universe of serenity-

a love that blooms

in quiet peace,

a dawn rising gently

within night’s embrace.

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