She giggled, a melody of pure delight, her smile as radiant as the morning sun.

In the forest dark, I hear your call, A whisper through the ancient trees, A melody that rises, falls, And dances on the midnight breeze.

The moonlight weaves a silver thread, Through branches thick with mystery, Where shadows play and dreams are fed, In this enchanted, timeless sea.

Your voice, a song of love and light, Guides me through the twilight’s veil, A beacon in the endless night, A tale of hearts that never fail.