In the quiet of the night I sit,
Counting the stars as they dance,
Waiting for footsteps softly lit,
By the moon’s tender glance.

The wind carries whispers of dreams,
Of paths we walked hand in hand,
While the world in silver beams,
Painted stories on the sand.

Every shadow holds a memory,
Of laughter and whispered vows,
As the clock ticks softly, steady,
Time weaves a tapestry of nows.

So here I wait, heart aglow,
For the moment you’ll return to me,
As the night slowly turns, we know,
Love’s light will guide us, wild and free.