In quiet moments when you turn my way,
With shy glances that brighten up my day,
I see the spark beneath those lashes low,
A warmth you hide, but somehow still shows.

I watch you study with such careful grace,
Soft strands fall as you tuck them into place.
And though you play it calm, I feel your fire, A quiet, fierce, and brilliant desire.

You’re more than princess tales, or songs you sing,
More than lavender hues and blushing pink.
You’re strength and sweetness, mystery, and thrill,
Soft-spoken now, yet endlessly willful.

To touch your skin, your laughter spilling free,
Soft giggles, ticklish knees, and neck for me.
It’s tender, wild, this hidden space we keep,
A garden we tend in silence, safe and deep.

So I’ll wait for you until you’re sure and true,
Until the world can know this love is you.
My beauty, my sweet, you’ve captured my soul,
And loving you, I finally feel whole.