I wait for words as soft as dawn,
A gentle warmth when night is gone.
Yet silence fills the empty space,
Where love once bloomed with sweet embrace.
Do you remember whispered dreams?
Those tender notes, like flowing streams?
Now shadows drape the songs you sang,
Leaving my heart a hollow pang.
Each day I ache for some small sign,
A look, a touch, to say you're mine.
But all I feel is distant cold,
A silent tale, too sad to hold.
I wonder if you’ve lost the spark,
The light that once dispelled the dark.
I yearn to know the love’s not dead,
To hear sweet words once softly said.
Yet here I stand, in empty rooms,
A heart that waits, a love that blooms.
For just one word, a gentle line,
To feel once more that you are mine.
