Oh, what an evening One that began in silence, Then expanded until it embraced two hearts That did not meet by chance, But were nourished by a fate beautifully crafted... He didn't come as a knight on his steed, And she was not a princess awaiting salvation. They were simply... two souls, Lost in the crowd of life, Searching for a shadow of warmth, For an embrace that doesn't ask, "Why did you come so weary?" This is not a tale of love where "I love you" is spoken a thousand times... But a story where "I'm here" is said, And then all the languages follow through deep, wordless silence. It is a story of warmth, Of a man who asked for nothing more Than to hold her hand in his palms and whisper: "I'm sorry for every night you dreamed alone, For every time you cried and no one held you." A story of a woman who did not bloom Until she realized that love is not a promise drifting in the air, But a small act repeated each day A glance, a touch, warm tea, And a chest that feels like safety. --- --- it doesn't contain any sexsual content Cover made by @watt_jino