Amidst the stillness of the night, A pronoun whispered on the air
Amidst the stillness of the night, A pronoun whispered on the air, A sound so small, yet full of might, A symbol of a love so rare. For she is more than just a word, More than just a simple sound, She is the one that we've preferred, The one that we have always found. In her we see a world of grace, A beauty that transcends all art, A gentle smile upon her face, A beating of a loving heart. Yet in the end, what is she but, A passing breeze, a fleeting dream, A memory that slowly cuts, A wound th
