Every gentle breeze that brushes my face,
The melodies that soothe my ear,
The hues of sky and flowers I trace—
In every breath, you make my heart stir.
A love I never knew my heart could hold,
Though worlds apart, it only grows.
Each day draws me closer to the moment
When my eyes will behold your smile,
And forgotten joy will rise, alive.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
Every gentle breeze that brushes my face,
The melodies that soothe my ear,
The hues of sky and flowers I trace—
In every breath, you make my heart stir.
A love I never knew my heart could hold,
Though worlds apart, it only grows.
Each day draws me closer to the moment
When my eyes will behold your smile,
And forgotten joy will rise, alive.
