In the quiet of the night, I sit and wait,
For the sound of footsteps at the gate.
The stars above, they seem to know,
The longing that within me grows.

The moonlight casts a silver glow,
On memories of a love bestowed.
With every breath, a silent plea,
For him to come back home to me.

The hours pass, yet still I yearn,
For his return, my heart does burn.
The warmth of his embrace I miss,
The comfort of a tender kiss.

Until the dawn breaks with its light,
I’ll wait for him in this endless night.
For in his arms, I find my home,
And in his love, no more to roam.