In Quiet Rooms and Distant Lands

In quiet rooms where shadows grow,
A love once fierce, now whispers low.
Your touch, a memory, soft as sand,
Slips through my fingers, out of hand.

The miles stretch long between our hearts,
Each step away, a world apart.
But in the silence, still I hear,
The echo of your voice, so near.

Time, the thief, with cruel intent,
Has stolen days we thought well spent.
Yet in the dark, where dreams reside,
You lie beside me, though denied.

Our love, a flame against the night,
Burns on in spite of fading light.
And though the dawn may tear us wide,
In every breath, you still abide.

For distance is a fleeting thing,
A thread that snaps, yet cannot cling.
And time, with all its ruthless pace,
Cannot erase what love embraced.

So here, across this endless span,
I hold you close, as best I can.
For love, though challenged, does not fall,
But rises high, above it all.