Late Nights
When night arrives and softens the air,
I feel your memory linger there.
The world grows still, the noise fades out,
and warmth begins to move about.
Not loud, not rushed, just calm and deep,
the kind of feeling nights can keep.
Where every thought turns slow and sweet,
and longing and stillness softly meet.
And in that space, so calm, so true,
the night feels softer, thinking of you.
When night arrives and softens the air,
I feel your memory linger there.
The world grows still, the noise fades out,
and warmth begins to move about.
Not loud, not rushed, just calm and deep,
the kind of feeling nights can keep.
Where every thought turns slow and sweet,
and longing and stillness softly meet.
And in that space, so calm, so true,
the night feels softer, thinking of you.
