Oh yes, thoughts of her arise,
More frequent than they should, a gentle tide,
In secret corners of his mind, she dwells,
A whisper soft, yet ever growing strong.

Oh yes the last, her airs of grandeur she displayed,
Her pedestal, self-built, she stood upon,
Above the rest, she deemed herself to be,
Yet true colors revealed brittle lies in her soul.

Now, in the gentle cadence of their time,
A different path they tread, unhurried steps,
Oh yes, each moment savored, slowly they unfold,
A journey shared, a bond that’s deeply sown.

In this slow dance, a tender flame ignites,
With every look, each word, a spark is lit,
Enjoying every pause, the space between,
Their story’s written in the quiet light of walks.