Storms of the silent waves,

and the loudest sound of silence.

Few miles off the shore of town,

and cold wind embracing skin’s soul with grace.

A hand to hold and a heart to keep,

to hold my love and a scene not to miss.

Diving the ocean of moments with her by my side,

and admiring the breath of sun before it decides to hide.

Watching the foggy smoke flowing amidst the air,

the peaceful shades of orange all over the sky,

next to me was a shoulder i cried on,

and covered red carpet with my secrets covered in roses.

holding and keeping, she’s walking slow,

every step she’s taking, she’s thinking more,

dreaming of days wishing to turn real,

hoping flames of their illusions won’t let them heal.

what love is not if the smile on her face,

that seeks the window through her cheeks,

and the sparks that i wish to keep,

on your smile as the route to my peace.