**In My Life, More**
I long to leave a lasting trace,
As sunlight lingers on the dew,
Not transient as a feather’s race,
Or shadows dancing, swift and true.
Your heart’s a canvas I aspire
To paint my colors, bright and bold.
No mere mirage, ephemerally dire,
But hues eternal, stories told.
I seek not to be just a passing thought,
A fleeting whisper, soon forgotten,
But in your tapestry, a thread so fraught
With love and passion, tightly rotten.
In life’s grand symphony, I crave a note,
Resounding through the halls of time,
A melody that swells within your throat,
And echoes ever, sweet and prime.
