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Lovers unlock the keys to the heart,
With trembling hands, yearning for passion.
From the chest they have moved it, a subtle step,
searching for the signs that whisper in the sil.
In a quiet corner, where time stands still,
looks meet, and love doesn't hold.
Of feeling what you would have expected,
the echo of their laughter, the enchanted beat.
Listening to the bells, their song in the air,
they mark the eternal dance of an ancestral game.
It is an ancient language that no one can silence,
where two souls float in the same beat.
The evening light, a mantle of sweetness,
envelops their promises, the shadows in tenderness.
And whispers are heard in every heartbeat,
secrets shared in pure worlds.