In the quiet moments of the night,
Where dreams and reality blur,
I find your voice in whispered winds,
Yet know the distance that deters.

Our paths, like rivers, never meet,
Though skies above may cry and yearn,
In shadows where our secrets sleep,
A love that time cannot discern.

The sun may rise, the moon may fade,
But in my heart, your light remains,
A gentle echo of what we had,
A tender touch in endless rains.

So here I stand, in silent grace,
With love that words can never speak,
Adoring you from far away,
In dreams where longing finds its peak.