I walked alone through silent days,

adrift in time’s unyielding maze.

The stars would shine, yet none would glow,

the winds would call, but none would know.

My heart was still, my world was bare,

no song to sing, no voice to share.

Love was a ghost I’d never seen,

a dream dissolved in shades between.

Then came her eyes soft light,

her eyes, verdant orbs, as if the soul had captured

the essence of a meadow in bloom.

a dawn that split my endless night.

No storm, no fire, no force untamed,

just quiet hands that called my name.

A single glance, and time stood still,

as if the earth bent to her will.

The sky grew wide, the world took shape,

and life became a sweet escape.

Her voice, a whisper, light as air,

yet strong enough to pull despair

from all the hollowed parts of me,

to teach my soul how love should be.

Not chains, not weight, not fleeting fire,

but steady hands that lift you higher.

Not words alone, nor fleeting touch,

but something vast so deep, so much.

She did not fill an empty space,

nor mend the cracks time won’t erase.

She did not save or build anew,

but simply showed what love can do.

A quiet shift, a whispered start,

and suddenly I had a heart.

A heart that beat with hers in tune,

like tides that move beneath the moon.

Now when the winds are fierce and high,

when sorrow paints the endless sky,

I close my eyes and hear her say

“My love, the dawn is on its way.”