In the quiet corridors of passing time,
I find your smile in every whispered breeze.
A gentle tug upon my wandering heart,
Yearning for moments that never cease.

Your laughter, a melody, soft and sweet,
Echoes in the chambers of my dreaming mind.
Each glance, a fleeting spark, a fleeting heat,
Leaves a trace of warmth I’ll never find.

Beneath the stars, where silence breathes,
I weave tales of us in moonlit dreams.
In secret, I hold your essence close,
In shadows where my longing gleams.

Yet words remain a distant shore,
Untouched by fear of what may break.
In this silent dance, my heart implores,
For courage to speak, for courage to wake.