The Year of 1685

A quiet day in olden times, whispers in the wind sing

Stories etched in history, a song of hope and suffering

Back in 1685, beneath the fading sun,

I'm sitting, watching friends in laughter, telling stories, having fun

A shadow of pain lingers here, a story torn apart,

From love that's lost, from scars unseen, haunted my weary heart

She struggles with her secrets, behind a gentle smile,

A love so true, yet so subdued, trapped for quite a while

Oh, see her shining through, beyond the fears and doubts,

A heart that yearns for real, beyond what she's about

It's all up to her to see the truth, to find her light anew,

Underneath the clouds of doubt, her love shines bright and true

There's a hermit with a jest, a joker in the dark,

Trying to make her laugh, to ignite a hopeful spark

She claims she's caught in distant lands, a promise unfulfilled,

But her eyes reveal the secrets that her broken heart concealed

The author pens his story, of struggle and of grace,

Through tears and hope, through pain, he finds a sacred place

Oh, see her shining through, beyond the fears and doubts,

A heart that yearns for real, beyond what she's about

It's all up to her to see the truth, to find her light anew,

Underneath the clouds of doubt, her love shines bright and true

The first day of the year, a moment frozen still,

A glimpse of what could be, destiny’s fragile thrill

Within her silent fight, a love so pure and deep,

Waiting for the moment, for her heart to leap

So I sit here, pen in hand, telling tales of yore,

Of love and loss and hope, of what we're longing for

It's up to her to see, to break the chains that bind,

A gentle soul awaits, with love she’d never mind