Morning rose with sleepy eyes
Your laughter stuck like lullabies
The butter melted, so did I
Under your smile’s soft reply
It’s these moments made of dough
That stretch in time, then softly go
But I hold on, sweet and slow
To every “stay” you didn’t show
Like butter on warm bread, you stayed
So natural, you never played
Didn’t ask, didn’t demand
Just held my heart inside your hand
Crumbs and coffee, gentle talk
I’d follow your steps on every walk
Didn’t need a map, just sound
Of your quiet love all around