The days grew quiet, hearts stood still,
Yet somewhere deep, you lingered still.
Yet fate’s soft hands, so sly, so true,  
Led me once more, right back to you.  

At first, just glances—fleeting, shy,  
A nervous laugh, a whispered “hi.”  
But in your eyes, the sparks still gleam,  
Like embers waking from a dream.  

The autumn leaves, they twist and turn,  
Like lessons past we had to learn.  
Yet every touch, each breath, each sigh,  
Feels like the moon reclaiming the sky.

Now love returns, not rushed, but slow,  
Like a rose that takes its time to grow.  
No words are needed—hearts just know,  
What’s meant to stay will always grow.