In the quiet ink of midnight,
Words take flight like whispered prayers,
Each verse a spell, each line a charm,
Crafted with care, weaving hearts together.

Through soft rhythms and rhymes divine,
Poems cast a timeless spell,
Binding souls with invisible threads,
Love’s magic whispered in every word.

In the dance of letters and the flow of ink,
Hearts find solace, passion ignites,
For poems are love spells, cast with grace,
Enchanting hearts across time and space.