In shadows deep where silence sighs,
Where whispered doubts like echoes rise,
I seek not answers, nor bright refrains,
Just the warmth of your presence to ease my pains.

Don't wear my burden like a heavy cloak,
Nor chase away the thoughts I’ve spoke.
Instead, let your hand be my steady guide,
As I wander through this tempest inside.

Together we’ll sit in the hush of night,
With hearts unguarded, in soft twilight.
Your gentle touch, a balm so rare,
A silent...