He was not mine, nor meant to stay,
Yet love shone soft in his calm gray.
He spoke so low—the stars leaned near
To catch the hush we held so dear.
He brushed my hand, and time grew still,
A fleeting grace, a tender will.
He smiled as if he knew the end,
And left me proud to call him friend.
No vows were sworn, no promises made,
Just whispered warmth the dusk conveyed.
He loved with honor, quiet, restrained,
And left my heart both freed and chained.
Now others claim his steady gaze,
And bless his name in gilded praise.
Yet deep within, beyond all command,
My soul still bows to that gentle man.
Yet love shone soft in his calm gray.
He spoke so low—the stars leaned near
To catch the hush we held so dear.
He brushed my hand, and time grew still,
A fleeting grace, a tender will.
He smiled as if he knew the end,
And left me proud to call him friend.
No vows were sworn, no promises made,
Just whispered warmth the dusk conveyed.
He loved with honor, quiet, restrained,
And left my heart both freed and chained.
Now others claim his steady gaze,
And bless his name in gilded praise.
Yet deep within, beyond all command,
My soul still bows to that gentle man.
