Oh, love, we don't have long to wait, it's true,
The clock ticks fast, but hearts know what to do.
There is no need for plans, no grand display to make,
Love's tender bud will bloom for goodness' sake.
A stolen glance, a whispered, gentle word,
A shared delight, a song by nature heard.
With these simple threads, a tapestry began,
A love that grows, beneath the setting sun.
So let us dance, beneath the fading light,
For love unfolds, in whispers of the night.