“In the quiet of my soul, where silent whispers dwell, Your name, a sacred verse, in every beat it swells. A vision of you, like a gentle breeze, through my thoughts does play, A fleeting comfort in my longing, as night turns to day. With every dawn, your image, like the sun, does rise, Casting shadows of my yearning, under the vast skies.” MissingLongingYearning Book:The Book of Poems: Verses of the Heart Source: The Book of Poems: Verses of the Heart