Azahara

Moonlight falling on your golden attire. Rose golden attire, so-soft eyes glowing near the Fire. Old love wrapped in deep desire. Two lost souls that never tire. Warm wind through the palace halls. Your, your voice echoes across the walls. Slow dance while the night bird calls. Ancient hearts behind stone walls. Rose scent on your velvet skin. Dark, dark hair moving in the wind. No words when you slowly grin, like I've known You from lives within. Cold stars over desert skies. Still, still I see your distant eyes. Even time itself denies a love that never truly Dies. Silver bracelets softly shine. Ancient symbols down your spine. Your shadow crossing torchlight lines. Like a dream carved out of time. Silk curtains moving with the breeze. Quiet prayers beneath the trees. Your cold touch brings me to my knees. Like the ocean obeys the seas. Old wine poured in crystal gold. Sacred stories slowly told. Two young hearts in empires old. Burning warm while the night grows cold. Sunrise near the temple gate. Still your eyes intoxicate. Maybe love was written by fate, long before this World was made. Moonlight falling on your Golden Attire. Rose scent on your velvet skin. Moonlight Falling on your golden attire. Rose scent on your velvet skin. Silver Bracelets Softly Shine. Moonlight falling on your golden attire. So-soft eyes glowing near the fire. Old love wrapped in deep desire. Two lost souls that never tire. Warm wind through the palace halls. Your, your voice echoes across the walls. Slow dance while the night bird calls. Ancient hearts behind stone walls. Rose scent on your velvet skin. Dark, dark hair moving in the wind. No words when you slowly grin, like I've known You from lives within. Cold stars over desert skies. Still, I see your distant eyes. Even time itself denies a love that never truly Dies. Silver bracelets softly shine. Ancient symbols down your spine. Your shadow crossing torchlight lines. Like a dream carved out of time. Silk curtains moving with the breeze. Quiet prayers beneath the trees. Your cold touch brings me to my knees. Like the ocean obeys the seas. Old wine poured in crystal gold. Sacred stories slowly told. Two young hearts in empires old. Burning warm while the night grows cold. Sunrise near the temple gate. Still your eyes intoxicate. Maybe love was written by fate, long before this World was made. Moonlight Falling On your golden attire. Rose scent on your velvet Skin