We owe each other the quietest night,
with wine between shared sighs,
the burning skin, winged gaze,
and kisses that awaken the senses.
The moon, witness of our longing,
harvesting dreams on its radiant ground,
the stars murmur a secret,
each flicker is a complete desire.
Your lips are verses of an ancient poem,
in the half-light, whispers of a friend.
Time stops in your sincere embrace,
and the world disappears, light, light.
We owe each other the quietest night,
where every heartbeat becomes a heartbeat,
and in that corner, life is sacred,
awake, lost, eternal, united.
