In shadows deep, where silence roams,
Lies a tale of hearts that groan,
Unseen by eyes, untouched by hands,
A silent cry in distant lands.

Beneath the veil of quiet nights,
A heart endures life’s endless fights,
Yearning for a gentle touch,
Yet fearing pain that means so much.

In whispers soft, the soul does speak,
Of wounds too deep, of times too bleak,
“Noli me tangere,” it pleads,
Guarding scars from ancient deeds.

And in the still of dawn’s first light,
The heart remains, a silent knight,
Waiting for the day to come,
When touch and love will make it home.