Midnight Whispers

In the hush before dawn, dreams dance on fading light,
Whispers of memories, a silent waltz into the night.

Drifting through echoes of a forgotten refrain,
Moments spin like petals in a soft, swirling rain.
The heart writes its verses on the wind of time,
Every sigh a secret, every pause a silent rhyme.

Our love scene had no soundtrack
Midnight pulses break the still, heartbeats on display
Our love scene had no soundtrack
Whispers of our passion steal the dark away

Under a sky painted with hues of midnight blue,
We wander through memories, tender but ever true.
Each step an unspoken promise, each glance a delight,
In the tender quilt of shadows, we find our light.

In the quiet between words, the universe softly sings,
A secret language of desire, of moonlit imaginings.
Stars write our story on the canvas of the night,
Every heartbeat a beacon, every moment burning bright.

Our love scene had no soundtrack
Midnight pulses break the still, heartbeats on display
Our love scene had no soundtrack
Whispers of our passion steal the dark away

As the final note lingers in the hush of the dark,
Our souls remain intertwined like an everlasting spark.