I could wait for you—

hours, days,

months, even years.

Your words quiet me,

the way mountains cradle silence

until even the wind

forgets to speak.

Your eyes—

dark brown,

holding a warmth

that finds me

like morning after a long winter.

Your smile

is the gentlest light I know,

brushing the mountains

just before dawn,

when the sky begins to bloom.

When you speak,

time loosens its grip.

I could listen for hours,

letting every word

find a home within me.

You are the kindest soul

I have ever known.

Even when I leave those words unspoken,

I find myself waiting—

for your smile,

for your voice,

for that quiet glance

that lingers with me

long after you have looked away.

I carry it still,

like a warm stone

resting in cold hands—

small, ordinary,

yet enough

to keep the heart alive.