In the quiet of my soul’s soft plea,
I hold a truth that steadies me.
Her laughter lingers, warm and near,
A promise woven through my fear.
When shadows fall and silence stings,
When doubt creeps in on fragile wings,
I see her eyes, their gentle fire,
A spark that lifts my heart’s desire.
I have faith she’ll stay, through storm and tide,
Her hand in mine, my constant guide.
No distance vast, no time too long,
Can break the thread that makes us strong.
In every dawn, her warmth I find,
A whispered strength within my mind.
Through winding paths where fears may roam,
She is my anchor, she is home.
Though seasons shift and years may fade,
Her love, her light, will never trade.
I have faith she’ll stay, my heart’s own creed,
A truth that blooms where hope takes seed.