Dear M.

In quiet moments, a wish begins to grow,

Like moonlit tides that only the stars know.

A gentle presence lingers within every dream,

Closer than distance, softer than it may seem.

Though fate has yet to write what lies ahead,

Hope blooms in the silence of words unsaid.

For devotion trusts what time may one day prove,

That some paths align as they were meant to.

Love E.