A heart that beats in quiet pain,
A longing voice, yet calls in vain.
The stars look down with silent glow,
As dreams of warmth fade soft and slow.
Each whispered hope, a fleeting flame,
Fades like the dusk, but who’s to blame?
The days stretch on, the nights grow long,
In search of where the heart belongs.
Yet through the shadows, love remains,
A gentle balm for unseen chains.
Though paths may twist and seem unclear,
The soul still seeks, despite the fear.
For even in the deepest night,
A spark still yearns to find its light.