In the quiet of the evening’s gentle glow,
I sit and watch the stars align above,
Each moment stretched, as time moves slow,
A silent prayer wrapped in endless love.

The whispers of the night wind softly speak,
Of dreams and echoes from a distant shore,
I wait with patience, though my heart grows weak,
For in his arms, I find my evermore.

The moonlight dances on the window pane,
A silver promise of his safe return,
Though shadows creep, and doubts may feign,
Hope’s gentle flame continues still to burn.

With every sigh, I breathe a tender plea,
That soon the door will open with his smile,
Until that day, my heart will steadfast be,
Awaiting him, though it may take a while.