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.
Through Every Storm
Many times you’ve faced the strain,
I see the hurt, I feel your pain.
But even when the road is tough,
You stay with me, you’re strong enough.
Through hopes and dreams that fall apart,
You stand by me, you give your heart.
I ask with love, not doubt or fear,
How you keep holding on right here.