Your eyes, they wander like summer rain,
Soft, yet wild, stirring sweet refrain.
Each glance, a whisper across the air,
Filling the void with a gentle care.
No hands to hold, no lips to taste,
Yet time slows down in perfect haste.
You move like dusk, like fleeting light,
A presence that makes shadows bright.
Soft, yet wild, stirring sweet refrain.
Each glance, a whisper across the air,
Filling the void with a gentle care.
No hands to hold, no lips to taste,
Yet time slows down in perfect haste.
You move like dusk, like fleeting light,
A presence that makes shadows bright.