When Words Flow

Beneath the stars, under the wide celestial dome,

I've dreamed of how your hand clasps mine, our silent tome.

Your eyes, deep as oceans, vast and blue,

I confess, my love, to you, it's true.

When words flow, like a gentle stream, we confess our love, in a whisper, it would seem.

In this night, so quiet and pure, we know, forever, we are sure.

Under the moon that gently on our hearts does shine,

I've felt how our souls intertwine.

Your voice, warm and sure, rings out so clear,

I confess, my love, to you, it's dear.