In quiet rooms where sunlight softly stays,
I catch your laughter drifting through my days,
A gentle spark that dances in the air,
A kind of magic found when you are there.
Your voice, a melody I can’t ignore,
It lingers long when you’ve walked out the door,
Each word you speak feels warmer than before,
Like waves that reach and kiss a distant shore.
I trace the way your presence seems to shine,
Turning ordinary moments into mine,
As if the world conspires just to show
That something rare is blooming soft and slow.
The stars at night could never quite compare,
To how your eyes outglow them unaware,
And even silence feels a little bright
When thoughts of you drift gently through the night.
If time could pause, I’d keep it right here still,
To hold these fleeting seconds as I will,
Where every glance and every subtle hue
Becomes a quiet story shaped by you.
No grand display, no need for words too loud,
Just something steady, simple, and unbowed,
A feeling growing deep without a sound,
Yet strong enough to turn my world around.
And if someday you wonder what is true,
Or search for signs in things I say or do,
Just know in every step and all I see,
There’s always something leading back to thee.
So take this truth, though softly it may seem—
You’ve become my calm, my wish, my waking dream.
