MESSAGES
In daytime's breaks, a quiet voice I hear
A gentle call, a reminder of your presence
I'm here, always, in the spaces between
The paths we walk, they lead me back to your essence
The silent echoes of moments yet to come
Play before my eyes, a wistful, sweet refrain
Apples, grapes, and wine - simple, timeless joys
That weave a melody, a love that remains
In the stillness, I feel your gentle touch
A reminder of the love we share, so true
The world may pass, but in this space, I'm clutch
To the thought of you, my heart, my love, my cue.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:31 AM UTC
MESSAGES
In daytime's breaks, a quiet voice I hear
A gentle call, a reminder of your presence
I'm here, always, in the spaces between
The paths we walk, they lead me back to your essence
The silent echoes of moments yet to come
Play before my eyes, a wistful, sweet refrain
Apples, grapes, and wine - simple, timeless joys
That weave a melody, a love that remains
In the stillness, I feel your gentle touch
A reminder of the love we share, so true
The world may pass, but in this space, I'm clutch
To the thought of you, my heart, my love, my cue.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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