✔️ Beneath the watchful eye of the silver moon, I weave my thoughts in a gentle tune. Each star a word, each breeze a sigh, Whispering your name to the endless sky. Your voice, a song the night longs to hear, Soft and radiant, drawing me near. Like petals that dance on a springtime breeze, You bring my restless heart to ease. Oh dear, my moonlit muse divine, In your light, all worlds align. Should stars fade and skies turn gray, My love for you would never stray.