In quiet shadows,
Seeking warmth beneath the trees,
No need for the game.
Gentle laughter blooms,
Picnic blankets, whispered dreams,
Safe from prying eyes.
I watch the clouds drift,
A world where love isn't loud,
Just soft, tender sighs.
Men dance with their jokes,
The weight of expectation,
I wince at their words.
But kindness shines bright,
In friends who share my spirit,
True souls, pure and clear.
Yet still, I retreat,
From the noise of their laughter,
Longing for the calm.
A hand to hold tight,
Underneath the spreading trees,
No need for the rush.
I crave simple joys,
A stroll where silence can speak,
And hearts can find peace.
So here I will wait,
For a bond that feels like home,
In the park, we’ll bloom.
A love soft and sweet,
Where safety wraps like a quilt,
Just you and me there.
No pressure to be,
More than just two souls wandering,
In a world apart