The moon whispers secrets to the night,
As stars dance softly in their celestial flight.
In the stillness, I wait, heart a gentle drum,
For the one I love, knowing they will come.
Time moves slowly, like a riverâs gentle flow,
Each moment a ripple, where my dreams grow.
Hope is the anchor in this sea of patience,
Guiding my heart through loveâs silent cadence.
The wind carries whispers of your sweet name,
Through the trees, igniting loveâs tender flame.
In the quiet, I hold onto our cherished dreams,
Knowing love is stronger than it sometimes seems.
With each dawn, a promise of your return,
In the depths of my soul, a fire does burn.
For love waits with grace, and in timeâs embrace,
I find solace in the hope of seeing your face.