If you're by my side, night feels like light –
A festival night with candle lights,
The middle of the lake in pale moonlight,
Floating in between feels just right.
Without you, my morning loses its bright –
A grey sky with no sun in sight.
With you, I hide no tears,
Neither the scars I bear,
Nor the wish I hold so dear.
Without you, I'm no longer here.
If you're by my side, my winters are not cold,
My summers are not too warm,
My skies are more clear.
Without you, my spring loses its colour –
A green garden with not a flower.
With you, I fear no knight,
The shadows behind the light,
The quiet of the night, and
The whispers of that quiet.
Without you, I'm but a lie.
~pooja
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
If you're by my side, night feels like light –
A festival night with candle lights,
The middle of the lake in pale moonlight,
Floating in between feels just right.
Without you, my morning loses its bright –
A grey sky with no sun in sight.
With you, I hide no tears,
Neither the scars I bear,
Nor the wish I hold so dear.
Without you, I'm no longer here.
If you're by my side, my winters are not cold,
My summers are not too warm,
My skies are more clear.
Without you, my spring loses its colour –
A green garden with not a flower.
With you, I fear no knight,
The shadows behind the light,
The quiet of the night, and
The whispers of that quiet.
Without you, I'm but a lie.
~pooja