In the depths of night, a longing heart does yearn,
A melody of dreams, like whispered echoes, it discerns,
In heaven’s stars, it seeks its destined tune,
A symphony of hope beneath the argent moon.
Silent verses etched in shadows’ tender embrace,
Longing for a touch, a glimpse of love’s grace,
Invisible threads weave tales of a timeless song,
A heart’s sweet lament, a desire held strong.
Oh, to dance in moonbeams, my beloved
The music of eternity, a celestial feast,
Yet a solitude profound, an ache that softly sings,
A requiem for what’s lost, as waiting heartbeat pulse.
Echoes of a love, whispered by the zephyrs,
in a soft, romantic dance,
Oh, the restless heart, a tempest in the night,
Searching for its solace, in the pale starlight.
As the nightbird sings, and the world holds its breath,
The longing heart weaves sonnets of love, defying death,
In every silent beat, in every whispered sigh,
Lives a universe of longing, an eternal lullaby.
In the depths of night, a longing heart does sing,
A ballad of desire, a fragile, tender wing,
Seeking an embrace within the vast, mysterious world,
For in the whispers of the soul, love finds its lyrics again.
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