The crescent moon cradles a hidden glow,
A secret flame the night won’t speak,
Your love moves soft in silver flow,
A quiet vow the stars still keep.

A secret flame the night won’t speak,
It hums between the dusk and dawn,
A quiet vow the stars still keep,
Like something lost—but never gone.

It hums between the dusk and dawn,
Your breath, a warmth against the sky,
Like something lost—but never gone,
Reflected in your watching eye.

Your breath, a warmth against the sky,
The crescent moon cradles a hidden glow,
Reflected in your watching eye,
Your love moves soft in silver flow.