In the quiet glow of twilight's grace, She stands before me, a vision, a trace. Her eyes like stars in the vast night sky, Yet words escape as I yearn to fly. Each heartbeat echoes, a silent refrain, A tempest of feelings, a soft, sweet pain. In her presence, time shimmers and bends, But still I am lost, where silence descends. With courage I must summon, a voice to be bold, To speak of the warmth that my heart has told. Yet here I linger, in shadows I dwell, For fear's heavy cloak wraps my heart in a shell. Oh, the tales I could weave if only they'd part, To show the true longing that lies in my heart. But still she stands there, a light from above, And in this still moment, I tremble with love.