Alone we meet what hearts forget —
That silence hums where grace is set
No crowd can fill the sacred room
Where soul and self again resume
The quiet ache becomes a guide
It strips the noise reveals inside
Through solitude the truth appears —
Love blooms beyond the need of peers
Those who walk without a sound
Hear what cannot be found
Loneliness though cold unkind
Still teaches love refined
Bless the night the open sea
They shape the heart’s geometry
Alone you learn and through that art
You meet the world within your heart