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The river rests in quiet light.
The day unfolds without a sound.
Your shadow falls beside my cup
and suddenly I'm looking down.
Winter air is clear and thin,
yet something warm begins to rise.
Not in words, not a touch,
but living softly in your eyes.
I did not mean to feel this way.
It came like breath too small to see.
A gentle pull, a silent take
that slowly stays inside of me.
No promise made, no need to say
what neither heart is asking for.
Still I know this calm I feel
was not here before.
The water turns a fragile gold
as noon leans close to afternoon.
Your voice drifts slightly through the air
like something I will miss too soon.
I hold the moment carefully,
afraid the truth may ask too much.
So I let feelings stay unnamed
and rest within its hush.
Mean to feel this way.
It came like breath too small to see.
A gentle pull, a silent ache
that slowly stays inside of me.
No promise made, no need to say
what neither heart is asking for.
Still I know this calm I feel
was not here before.
If time should carry us apart
like boats that choose a different time,
I'll keep this hour quietly
where my heart learned how to hide.
I will not ask the day to stay
nor beg the light for something more.
If love is only this soft warmth,
then I am thankful for it all.
