Only Beautiful Songs Here.
Only Beautiful Songs Here.
Before your light arrived, my world was painted in shades of gray,
A quiet solitude I kept, where hope had seemed to stray.
The echoes in my chambers were whispers of the past,
A longing for a kindred soul, a love that’s meant to last.
In the quiet corners where shadows used to play,
I once believed my journey was a solitary way.
A silent, weary traveler, on paths I had to roam,
With only whispered hopes, wishing for a home.
The world could feel so vast, an endless, open space,
Each step a fragile echo, leaving not a trace.
In a hurried world that spins, a million faces pass,
I walked a quiet, winding road, beneath a sky of glass.
My heart, a silent melody, waiting to be heard,
Until your gentle presence spoke, a captivating word.
I never knew completeness, a comfort deep and true,
Until your hand reached out to mine, and painted skies anew.
Before your gentle presence graced my fragile, inner world,
My story was a silent page, unwritten, tightly furled.
The soundtrack of my journey, a single, solemn note,
A quiet, lingering echo, a solitary boat.
I drifted through the moments, a shadow in the gleam,
Unaware of harmonies, a captivating dream.
I used to chase the colors in the sky
Looking for meaning as time drifted by
But every sunset felt a little cold
Until your love, so warm, took hold
I saw your smile across the room, it felt like time stood still
A gentle breeze that calmed the storm, a light I didn’t know I’d feel
No words were said but something changed, a spark I can’t define
Like every love song ever made was suddenly all mine
Sunrise paints the window pane, a gentle, golden hue,
Another day begins, my love, and all I think is you.
The quiet hum of morning light, a whisper in the air,
Reminds me of the comfort found, when your hand’s within my hair.
No grand pronouncements needed, no sky-splitting thunder,
Just this quiet, steady feeling, pulling me deeper under.
I’ve walked through seasons, felt the sun and rain,
Experienced moments filled with joy and pain.
But in the quiet corners of my heart,
There’s always been a missing, unknown part.
I’ve seen it in the movies, heard it in the songs,
This overwhelming feeling that to love belongs.
A connection deeper than the surface seems,
Lost in the mystery of hopeful, tender dreams.
When shadows fall and hope feels gone,
A voice within says, “You’re not alone.”
Through trials deep and burdens wide,
His love becomes my faithful guide.
Sunrise paints the window pane, a gentle, golden hue,
Another day begins, my love, and all I think is you.
The quiet hum of morning light, a whisper in the air,
Reminds me of the comfort found, when your hand’s within my hair.
No grand pronouncements needed, no sky-splitting thunder,
Just this quiet, steady feeling, pulling me deeper under.
