Whispered Shadows: The Gift of Your Love

In the silence of twilight's embrace,
Beneath a moon that understands the heart's plight,
There lies a tale too dark for daylight's grace,
A story of love's gift, shrouded in the night.

'Tis a love that speaks in shades of dusk,
Where lovers' eyes gleam with forbidden fire,
Their whispers ride on the evening's musk,
A symphony of desire, a clandestine choir.

An offering made, but never out loud,
A love that breathes in the spaces between,
It's the gift of passion, wrapped in a shroud,
A treasure unseen, in shadows it's keen.

Through whispers of love, the darkness is filled,
With the essence of yearning, so sweet and so wild,
The gift of your love, in secrecy built,
A forbidden affair, beguiling and beguiled.

O! The gift of your love, a beacon so dark,
It shines not by sun, but by the stars it's kissed,
In this amour's arc, lies the piquant spark,
Of a love that exists, in the eternal mist.

And so it thrives, in the depths unfurled,
It's the gift of a heart, that loves not less but more,
In the veils of the world, this love is pearled,
A gift so profound, it's the lore of yore.

Thus the gift of your love, a haunting melody,
Sings to the night, a romance that's bold,
In the dark we're free, encased in felicity,
For in your love's gift, lies a story untold.