In the quiet corners of my heart,
A gentle whisper starts to bloom;
A tender feeling, soft and bright,
Like the first light of the moon.

Your laughter dances in my mind,
A melody sweet and true;
In every glance, a story told,
In every word, a world anew.

The way you move, a gentle breeze,
That stirs the leaves within my soul;
Your presence brings a warmth so deep,
A touch that makes me whole.

And though these words may never reach,
The depths where my heart sings;
In silence, I hold this gentle truth,
Of the joy that liking you brings.