In quiet moments when you turn my way, With shy glances that brighten up my day, I see the spark beneath those lashes low, A warmth you hide, but somehow still shows. I watch you study with such careful grace, Soft strands fall as you tuck them into place. And though you play it calm, I feel your fire, A quiet, fierce, and brilliant desire. You’re more than princess tales, or songs you sing, More than lavender hues and bl...