Her Evening Gaze

Silent whispers in the evening light,

Thinking of her, holding on tight.

Yannicka from the northern land,

With gentle eyes and a steady hand.

Imagining the way she'd look my way,

When I toil and sweat in her garden all day.

Feelings grow whenever she's near,

Dreams of her soft voice I hear.

Every glance, a tender spark,

Lighting up my world, igniting in the dark.

Oh, Yannicka, your gaze is like the tide,

Pulling at my heart, deep inside.

If only I could find a way,

To tell her what I feel today.

Garden tending, love ascending,

Hope and longing, never ending.

In the quiet, in my mind,

She’s the dream I want to find.

Soon the evening turns to night,

Thinking of her, feels so right.

Hoping someday she might see,

This is how she looks at me.