In the quiet hours before dawn breaks,
When the world whispers in half-sleep states,
I find you nestled in my every thought,
A longing so profound, never sought.
Through the day, in the crowd, I roam,
Yet my heart charts its course to home.
For home has ceased to be a place,
But the warmth of your embrace.
In the silent language of glance and sigh,
Our souls converse, no need to try.
Love, a tapestry we intricately weave,
With threads of dreams we dare to believe.
At night, when stars light the skies so long,
I feel your presence, a soothing song.
In every moment of love and longing,
You are my unwavering belonging.