In the silence of a cold, dim cell,
Memories of you become a warm spell,
Your laughter like a distant bell,
A comfort in this lonely, confined hell.

Nights stretch long, and dreams feel real,
When I close my eyes, your touch I feel,
Though walls and bars our fate conceal,
Your love, a solace, a heart to heal.

Each dawn brings hope, each dusk despair,
In this place, love feels rare,
Yet your presence lingers in the air,
A reminder that you still care.

Until the day these bars release,
And we reunite in sweet peace,
I’ll hold onto this love that won’t cease,
My beacon, my anchor, my heart’s lease.