Under the lamp's warm glow,
Words drift like whispers, slow.
A room of one's own, where thoughts unwind,
Yet your shadow lingers, soft, refined.
In the rhythm of our silences,
Love writes itself in cadences.
Unspoken dreams, a tapestry,
Woven through eternity.
If I am water, then you're the shore,
Forever shaping, yet wanting more.
In quiet strength, you hold me still,
An endless tide, a boundless will.
In the rhythm of our silences,
Love writes itself in cadences.
Unspoken dreams, a tapestry,
Woven through eternity.
A love unwritten,
Yet always known,
A room of one's own,
Where hearts have grown.