Echo

Your gentle sleep beneath a soft warm spread,
Where every rustle is a quiet verse.
And stars above, they brightly gleam ahead,
For us, the world's our loving universe.

The echo of the notes still lingers near,
Woven into the night's serene design.
The soul unseen, it blossoms, crystal clear,
Through stretches of time, a love so divine.

The world listens to our soft and quiet breath,
Love's magic, like a delicate, sweet wreath.
Each memory, I cherish until death,
Within my soul's own sacred space beneath.

And night, embraced in a soft, gentle veil,
Guards our tender peace, a moment truly blest.
All stands still before our eyes, it will not fail,
Frozen in silent beauty, truly at rest.

And every sound the heart can hear so true,
As if it whispers of what once we knew,
The air within the room just softly sighs,
Filled up with happiness and warm goodbyes.

Let morning light not break this sweet repose,
Nor wake us from the slumber we now keep.
As long as love around us brightly glows,
And Eros watches over us while we sleep.