In starlit whispers, souls entwine,
A nascent flame, a love divine.
Though young the spark, the embers glow,
With ancient tales of long ago.

Across the tapestry of time,
In whispered myths and sacred rhyme,
Love's tender threads have ever spun,
From stardust sown, beneath the sun.

In every sigh, a lover's song,
In tear-kissed eyes, where hope burns strong.
A melody on moonlit breeze,
Echoes of hearts long meant to be.