L for love, the letters on my windowpane,

silent silver morning, playing softly through the rain.

L for love, a candle on the quiet sea,

your breath becomes the compass that keeps turning back to me.

L for love, graffiti on the midnight train,

every station whispers only your name.

L for love, the last chord I can play,

let it linger, let it wander, let it stay.

Speak softly, love, let moonlight write our names

across the hush where violins once bloom;

each silver note a fingerprint of flame

that lingers on the dark like new perfume.

Hold every breath beneath the velvet sky,

let secrets glide like cigarette-cloud rings;

time folds the screen around us, you and I—

a fade-out kiss that still resounds and sings.