Not Too Late to Love
There’s a spark when our eyes meet across the quiet room,
Like a whisper of something that’s waiting to bloom.
We pretend there is nothing, though both of us know,
There’s a warmth in the silence, a soft, gentle glow.
Just As You Are, My Only Star
If love should find my restless soul in quiet grace,
Not built on logic, time, or borrowed trace,
I would choose you in the calm and stormy sea,
Not for who you try to be, but who you are to me.
Let the world define perfection cold and clear,