In Tender Time

In Tender Time The quiet in your eyes, it speaks, of past hurts, of love that flees. A heart that's learned to guard its grace, to hesitate, to find its place. No rush from me, no need to chase, just quiet moments, tender space. Not every touch is meant to claim, some are meant to heal, not change. So when you’re ready, take my hand, no hurry, no force, just where we stand. In gentle silence, hearts may meet, in tender time, our souls complete.