Listen, the moonlit nights whisper,
Secrets of hearts, unspoken, unheard.
Of bonds woven in the soul's deep weave,
These moments, in the moon's soft gleam, believe.
Like silver threads, the moonbeams fall,
Adorning dreams, answering desire's call.
So fragile, these ties, sometimes ours,
Sometimes fleeting, like ephemeral hours.
Listen, the moonlit nights whisper.
In a heartbeat, the threads can fray,
Life's connections dissolve and fade away.
Companions of old, their paths diverge,
Why do journeys, sometimes, submerge?
Listen, the moonlit nights whisper.
In new hues, we wander and roam,
Two steps forward, towards a loving home.
Pearls of affection, forever bright,
Dreams we held, now bathed in light.
Listen, the moonlit nights whisper.
Secrets of hearts, unspoken, unheard.
Of bonds woven in the soul's deep weave,
These moments, in the moon's soft gleam, believe.
Moonlit nights.
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