I heard you walked on the floor tonight, I heard you whispered my name so bright, a melody so soft and warm — it wrapped around me like a storm, a ghost of light across the room, a breath that stirred the quiet gloom. In shadows deep where silence sighs, your presence lingers, never dies, a whispered touch, a fleeting flame, a secret dance without a name, a shimmer caught in midnight’s veil, a tender ghost, a whispered tale. Solo Brigde The night unfolds its velvet wings, a song of sorrow softly sings, a heartbeat lost in time’s embrace, a fading echo, a gentle trace, a light that flickers, never gone, a soul that lingers on and on.
