In the quiet of the evening light,
I sit by the window, lost in thought.
The stars begin their nightly flight,
Yet still, my heart with hope is fraught.
The clock ticks on, each second slow,
My mind replays the days gone by.
I yearn for footsteps I would know,
And dream of when he’ll come inside.
The moon climbs high, a silver glow,
Shadows dance upon the wall.
Memories of his smile do grow,
As I await his gentle call.
Until the dawn breaks night’s embrace,
Iâll keep this vigil, soft and warm.
For love can never be displaced,
By time or distance, heartâs true form.