In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with gentle light,
Lies a secret, softly spoken,
A heart’s confession, unbroken.
Through the whispers of the breeze,
Underneath the swaying trees,
Words unsaid begin to bloom,
Painting pictures in the gloom.
Eyes meet, a fleeting glance,
A silent plea for one more chance,
To share the thoughts, deep and true,
In hopes they’ll find their way to you.
Yet, fear keeps the lips sealed tight,
Dreams of day merge with the night,
In this quiet, tender place,
I confess, with a hopeful grace.