The moonlight pours like water, silver and soft, across the windowsill of distant memories.
In the pale glow, we whispered promises to one another,
Each word as delicate as the floral fragrance that slowly filled the room.
Like an unexpected friendship, deep and elusive,
The scent seeped into every corner, unseen but felt.
In those forgotten late-night hours,
We exchanged promises that warmed the heart, vows we swore to keep,
Bound not by time, but by the quiet certainty that they would last forever.