In the quiet between your words,
A softness echoes, gentle, slight.
Your eyes, unguarded, hold the world,
And I see them in the fading light.
You move like whispers through the air,
Graceful, thoughtful, always near,
A heart that loves, but loves with care,
And shields itself from drawing near.
Your face, without a need to hide,
Is beauty in its simplest form,
Touchable, tender, with time implied,
A silent calm before the storm.
Though time and distance pull away,
The bond remains, but held with grace.
In your presence, shadows sway,
And absence leaves a hollow place.