If she was here ❤️✨

Today I wished for something real, To say the things I always feel. To sit with her, no need to speak, Just feel her near, so calm, so meek. Not many words, just peaceful air, Some silent thoughts that we could share. Her gentle eyes would feel like home, A place to rest, no need to roam. I dream of evenings soft and sweet, With tea in hand, where raindrops meet. The sky turns grey, but not my mood Her presence feels like something good. We’d walk a while, not very far, To where the trees and waters are. Beside a lake, we'd sit and stay, And let the quiet drift our way. They say a rose is more than bright, It shines with beauty, full of light. But those who fear its hidden thorn, May miss the love it once had worn. I love her whole both joy and pain, The flower’s bloom, the mark, the stain. No need to hold or pull her close, Just sit beside my lovely rose. This kind of love is warm and true, It stays with me in all I do. If she is near, the world feels fine, She is the peace I hope is mine. So let her join and sip some tea, And share sweet dreams beside a tree. No need for gold, no grandest prize I love her just the way she is.