In quiet hours when the world is still,
I hear your name like a breath, a thrill.
A soft-spun echo, a silver thread,
That pulls me gently where dreams have led.
The moon spills light where shadows lie,
And I can’t help but wonder why—
Of all the hearts in all of time,
Yours found its rhythm beating in mine.
Your laugh is rain on thirsty skin,
A melody I drink deep within.
Your touch, a spark on midnight’s shore,
And every glance—I crave one more.
No need for grand or gilded things,
Just moments brushed with gentle wings.
A hand to hold, a gaze that stays,
A love that blooms in quiet ways.
So let the stars write down our fate,
In constellations bold and great.
I’ll find you there, beyond the skies—
In every dawn, in every sigh.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 1:47 AM UTC
In quiet hours when the world is still,
I hear your name like a breath, a thrill.
A soft-spun echo, a silver thread,
That pulls me gently where dreams have led.
The moon spills light where shadows lie,
And I can’t help but wonder why—
Of all the hearts in all of time,
Yours found its rhythm beating in mine.
Your laugh is rain on thirsty skin,
A melody I drink deep within.
Your touch, a spark on midnight’s shore,
And every glance—I crave one more.
No need for grand or gilded things,
Just moments brushed with gentle wings.
A hand to hold, a gaze that stays,
A love that blooms in quiet ways.
So let the stars write down our fate,
In constellations bold and great.
I’ll find you there, beyond the skies—
In every dawn, in every sigh.
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