Saturday light across the ground, Valentine’s in the winter air, Trent Park wide and open round, Cold sun resting in your hair. Your long black hair in the breeze, Soft against the afternoon, You hum a melody under your breath, Like a private tune. You walk steady, taking it in, Not trying to lead or prove, You ask about the songs I sing And how the words find their groove. You talk about building things slowly, Letting strong roots grow, There’s something thoughtful in your tone That makes me want to know. Step by step, side by side, Χέρι με χέρι in the winter light, No need to rush what might begin, Just letting it move within. We don’t know all the answers yet, We don’t need to pretend, There’s something honest in this walk, And I’d like to see where it bends. You speak about the sea at night, How music carries far, How every song holds something true About the way we are. I tell you I prefer the slow burn, The kind that learns the land, You smile like you understand Exactly what I meant. Σιγά σιγά, I say to you, And you nod without a fuss, Two curious minds in open air, Seeing what’s between us. The lake is silver, the trees are bare, The city feels away, And something quiet, something warm, Is forming in the day. Maybe love is patient ground, Maybe it’s a steady flame, Maybe it’s this simple sound, Of saying someone’s name. No pressure leaning on the sky, No future drawn in ink, Just learning how you laugh with me, And how you think. Step by step, side by side, Κάτω απ’ τον ήλιο, nothing to hide, No promise bigger than this day, Just walking this way. We don’t know where the road will turn, But we’re willing to begin, If love grows slow like winter light, Let it grow within.
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