Beneath the moon’s quiet gaze, a garden of unsung verses blooms

whispers linger in the spaces between heartbeats, half-lost to the night.

A map of stars etched in silence guards what lips refuse to confess:

love, a cipher written in shadows, trembling where light dare not linger. 

Petals blush with secrets the wind hasn’t stolen
candlelight traces the shape of a name never spoken.
Flames flicker, trembling close to the edge of wax and wish,
while roses keep vigil, guarding what the dark won’t surrender.