his heart at last a resting place,
with warm brown eyes and dark, soft hair
that hums its own unspoken grace.
May light and love fill all their days,
two souls who meet in every shade
and weave, in silent harmony
silence will be
his heart at last a resting place,
with warm brown eyes and dark, soft hair
that hums its own unspoken grace.
May light and love fill all their days,
two souls who meet in every shade
and weave, in silent harmony
silence will be
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soft hues of gold remain.
Though love drifts like leaves,
the rain she weeps
will bloom again.
She need the warmth
that whisper, everything will be alright.
soft hues of gold remain.
Though love drifts like leaves,
the rain she weeps
will bloom again.
She need the warmth
that whisper, everything will be alright.
For whom are these words that glow softly?
Too bright, too sweet, they float like air—
Surely meant for someone rare.
But these words were not
meant to light up
her darkness.
For whom are these words that glow softly?
Too bright, too sweet, they float like air—
Surely meant for someone rare.
But these words were not
meant to light up
her darkness.