In the quiet of the evening, where the stars softly glow,
There's a love story blooming, in the shadows of the moon.
Her eyes, like the night sky, whisper secrets so deep,
And her hair, oh her hair, the color of moonshine, in dreams it weaves.

She loves her with a passion, that's tender and true,
In a world that often hides, they found a love so new.
With hair like the moonshine, glowing soft and bright,
She’s the dream in the darkness, the love that feels so right.

They walk hand in hand, through the whispers of the trees,
Every touch, every glance, setting their hearts free.
Her laugh is like the melody, of a long-forgotten tune,
And her hair, oh her hair, glows beneath the silver moon.

She loves her with a passion, that's tender and true,
In a world that often hides, they found a love so new.
With hair like the moonshine, glowing soft and bright,
She’s the dream in the darkness, the love that feels so right.

In the quiet of the night, they find their sacred place,
Where love is pure and wild, and time leaves no trace.
She whispers sweet promises, as the world fades away,
And her hair, like moonshine, lights the path they’ll take.

She loves her with a passion, that's tender and true,
In a world that often hides, they found a love so new.
With hair like the moonshine, glowing soft and bright,
She’s the dream in the darkness, the love that feels so right.

Together they’ll wander, through the nights and the days,
In the dance of their love, they’ve found their perfect place.
With hair like moonshine, and hearts intertwined,
Their love story’s timeless, in the light they’ve defined.