In the stillness of the evening air,

Where shadows dance with fleeting light,

A gentle voice, a tender care,

Sings secrets softly through the night.

Whisper of the leaves, a calming sigh,

As moonbeams weave through branches high,

A tale of dreams that linger near, In every hush, in every fear.

The world may roar with clamor loud,

But here, beneath the twilight shroud,

I hear the whispers of my heart,

A precious song, a sacred art.

So let me dwell in this embrace,

Where whispers float like lace in space,

In quietude, our souls entwine,

In whispered love, forever mine.