I seek the shelter of your silent love,
where unspoken words like whispers fly;
where eyes can tell what lips conceal,
and hearts can meet beneath the sky.
I know how brief this life can be,
how fleeting days and seasons pass;
so I ask not time to linger long,
but skies that stretch beyond our grasp.
And when, one day, our paths grow still,
and time has claimed what time can take,
let there be no final word, no farewell—
no promises we need to make.
Let your silence linger close to mine,
like one last star before the night;
and let the sky remember softly
the love we left beyond our sight.
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