A Heart in the Quiet
Beneath the sky, so vast, so deep,
I hold your name, and softly weep.
A fleeting dream, a tender trace,
Of love once painted on my face.
The wind, it whispers where you’ve gone,
A silent hymn, a lonesome song.
Each breath I take, it calls your name,
Yet echoes only still remain.
The roses bloom, then fade away,
Like fleeting love, too brief to stay.
Their petals fall, the earth they kiss,
Reminders of what I now miss.
Oh, if you knew this ache, this fire,
That burns for you, my one desire.
But in the quiet, here I stand,
A lonely heart, an empty hand.