In the quiet depths where shadows lie, She waits, a captive of her longing, Her heart entwined with roots of memory, Held fast by the pull of distant love. Beneath the earth where light is scarce, Her dreams bloom in the darkened soil, Each one a tender whisper of a time, When love’s embrace was warm and close. Her eyes, like stars beneath the night, Gaze upward through the tangled roots, Seeking the touch of a hand long gone, A voice that once called her name so sweet. In the stillness, she listens to the earth, Hoping to hear the footsteps of return, Yet time moves slowly in her hidden world, Where every breath is a sigh of yearning. She is a flower in a forgotten garden, Her petals closed but still full of life, Waiting for the sun to break the spell, And bring her love back to the light.