I met her where the lilies bloom,
A smile like dawn’s first gleam;
She called me knight with gentle lips,
And woke me from my dream.
Her kindness wrapped me like the sun,
A warmth I dared believe;
Her laughter brushed my rusted heart—
A gift I could not leave.
But one cold morn, the world was still,
Her footsteps turned to mist;
No farewell sigh, no trembling word,
No hand I might have kissed.
Now on the wind I chase her name,
A ghost of sweeter days;
For she was kind—without intent—
And left me in her haze.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
I met her where the lilies bloom,
A smile like dawn’s first gleam;
She called me knight with gentle lips,
And woke me from my dream.
Her kindness wrapped me like the sun,
A warmth I dared believe;
Her laughter brushed my rusted heart—
A gift I could not leave.
But one cold morn, the world was still,
Her footsteps turned to mist;
No farewell sigh, no trembling word,
No hand I might have kissed.
Now on the wind I chase her name,
A ghost of sweeter days;
For she was kind—without intent—
And left me in her haze.
