In the quiet of the evening,
When the world is hushed and still,
I dream of you, my heart believing,
In a love I cannot fill.
Your smile, a sunbeam in the morning,
Warms my days with fleeting light,
Yet leaves me with a silent warning,
Of a love that’s out of sight.
I trace the lines of your reflection,
In the mirror of my mind,
A bittersweet and pale perfection,
A love that’s gentle, yet unkind.
For though you’ll never see my yearning,
Or hear the sighs I cannot speak,
My heart will keep on ever turning,
In a love that leaves me weak.
About the Creator
OptimalEdge
Hi I'm OptimalEdge. I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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