Your silence drifts like ancient candlefire
A quiet warmth that guards a deep desire
The night rests gently on your softened tone
And carves a refuge out of flesh and bone
Your light unfolds where broken hours lie
A patient bloom beneath the sleepless sky
The moon leans low to weave your silver thread
And tie my longing where your footsteps led
Your touch endures like echoes made of grace
A fragile truth no sorrow could erase
The world grows still around your drifting name
And finds a rhythm in your steady flame
Your love becomes the breath the dawn reclaims
A vow reborn in subtle glowing frames
My soul walks quietly in your embrace
And learns devotion as a sacred pace