In the quiet shadows of the night, Where whispers dream and take their flight, I am not the one you'll glance anew, For my presence is the constant view. Not the 3 AM thought, fleeting and bold, But the vision in your heart you'll hold. I am not the echo in the midnight’s hum, But the melody that you become. In every dawn, in every rest, A silent vow within your chest. Not the transient, but the true and known, The woman whose gaze becomes your own.