Quiet Distance

Sometimes I walk a little slow, When hearts begin to quickly grow. Not every story needs to start, With open doors and fragile heart. Maybe once the tides ran deep, With promises I tried to keep. But waves that leave without a sound, Teach silence more than love profound. Now in a world that moves too fast, Where moments fade and seldom last, I choose a path both calm and wise, Where truth in quiet patience lies. Not every distance comes from fear, Some simply wait for something clear. A bond that time cannot remove, A quiet, steady kind of love.