In the quiet echoes of a solitary hour,
I ponder a world without your love's power.
No gentle laughter in the evening air,
No tender touch, no one to deeply care.
The dawn would break, devoid of your smile,
No warmth in moments that stretch a mile.
The sun would rise, but less radiant it'd be,
For your presence colors the world I see.
No whispered secrets or shared dreams at night,
No hand to ho...