Hoping You Might

In the quiet of the evening, As the stars begin to glow. A gentle rhythm softly beating, A secret that I know. The ambient light, it finds its way across the Wooden floor. Whispering tales of yesterday, And longing for much more. My breath a cloud against the pane, A fragile fleeting sign. This tender feeling soft as rain, An echo of what's mine, what's mine. Oh, The silence speaks volumes in this unfamiliar Room. Every shadow softly blooms, Chasing away the gloom. And I trace the lines upon my hand, A story yet untold. Hoping you might understand this Love more precious than gold. Precious gold. Precious gold. The moon is silver in the sky, A silver watchful eye. A lullaby beneath its light, as sleepy moments Fly. Each memory a whispered grace, A comfort to my soul. Finding solace in this space, making my spirit Whole. My breath a cloud against the pane, A fragile fleeting sign. This tender feeling soft as rain, An echo of what's mine, of mine. Oh, the silence speaks volumes in this Unfamiliar room. Every shadow softly blooms, chasing away the gloom. And I trace the lines upon my hand, A story yet untold. Hoping you might understand this love More precious than gold. Precious gold. Precious gold. Precious gold. Maybe someday you'll be here, sharing this quiet Space. Washing away every fear with Tenderness and grace. A gentle wrap, an alliance, two hearts that Intertwine. A timeless, tender quiet prince, Forever yours and mine. Oh, the silence speaks volumes in this Unfamiliar room. Every shadow softly blooms, chasing away the gloom. And I trace the lines upon my hand, A story yet untold. Hoping you might understand this love More precious than gold. Precious gold. Just the quiet of the night. Precious gold. Mmm. Precious gold. Stars still softly glowing.