She walked in, a quiet storm,
with dreams held gently in her hands.
The air stood still, time unaware,
that love had stepped into my land.
A name upon a paper form,
a voice that lingers soft yet bright.
But in her eyes, a story burned—
a spark that set my world alight.
I asked her dreams, she spoke with grace,
the kind that turns the clocks to gold.
And though she came to seek a place,
I found a heart I longed to hold.
