In whispered glances, sparks ignite,
Two souls entwined in stolen light.
His heart a flame, her smile a tune,
Yet shadows linger, beneath the moon.
She wears a ring, a silent vow,
Yet here in the moment, time allows
A dance of dreams, a fleeting chance,
In the bittersweet of a secret glance.
Though love may bloom in the quiet night,
In hearts’ deep chambers, wrong feels right.
With every heartbeat, a longing sigh,
Two drifting stars in a boundless sky.
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