What if I told you, in whispered night,
That shadows of longing still dance in light?
In the quiet moments when time stands still,
I find echoes of you, a heart to fill.

Back then, we were dreamers, two souls in flight,
Chasing the stars, lost in our delight.
But seasons have changed, and paths drift apart,
Yet your memory lingers, a flame in my heart.

What if I told you, I wanted you then,
In laughter and silence, in now and again?
A truth woven softly in threads of the past,
A whisper of “what if” that’s bound to last.

So here in the twilight, I stand, ever near,
Carrying wishes wrapped tight in my fear.
What if I told you, in moments divine,
That wanting you now feels like crossing a line?

Like a wick in wax,
Ignite my soul,
Let’s dance in the fire,

Where passion burns
With every flicker bright,
Our spirits intertwine,
In this sacred light,
Your heart beats with mine.

Embers whisper secrets,
In the warmth we find,
A love that never wanes,
Eternal and unconfined.

Like a wick in wax.
Ignite my soul
And lets dance in the fire

In a *** of dreams, where flavors twirl and spin,
If you’re bold enough to stir, be ready for the grin.
Taste the broth, let your senses swoon,
Just don’t forget, dear Finder—lick the spoon!

Confetti rains with giggles loud,
Naughty gestures, cheeky and proud.
A peek-a-boo that sparks delight,
A vibrant pack, ready to ignite.

You’re a kaleidoscope in a dull gray scene,
With shades of mischief—bold and keen.
Life’s a party with you around,
In your colorful chaos, joy is found.

I stand on the road,
One foot ahead, where the wild winds blow.
A suitcase in one hand, dreams tucked inside,
A thumb raised high, with the world as my guide.

Eager for a cruise with a heart to discover,
Each mile a whisper, as I search for my lover.
With stars as our compass and the sea as our song,

I never knew our hearts were travelers,
fated to meet in the fleeting embrace of time,
yet racing through the moments of life.
You, sat by the window,( train in motion)
one hand on the pane, eyes tracing horizons.

And there I stood, luggage in hand,
lost in the warmth of your gaze,
wondering how I missed the whispers
of destiny in the rush.

The train pulled away from the station,
a heartbeat lost in the distance.
Tell me, beloved, will our paths cross again,
or are we but shadows in the twilight,
woven together in the tapestry of dreams?