Whispers of the Heart

In the stillness of the night, whispers start to bloom,
Like delicate flowers, filling the room.
They carry the weight of dreams and desires untold,
A language only two hearts can hold. 
As we wait for that call, patience wears thin,
But let’s remember, good things come from within.
Stay positive, stay strong, and trust in fate’s art, 
For soon, the phone will ring, bringing a brand-new start.