Ballad of a Nightingale

She wakes with the sun, a smile on her face,
In her marriage, she finds comfort and grace. Happy, yes, but something stirs deep,
A longing for love that she keeps tucked, asleep.

Her heart is a mother’s, nurturing and kind, Protecting those she loves, but yearning to unwind.
She’s the friend who listens, who lifts and supports,
Yet in the quiet moments, her soul still resorts.

To dreams of a world beyond familiar sight,
She yearns for adventure, for freedom, for flight. She treks through the hills, and walks by the sea, Chasing horizons, where she feels truly free.

She loves to socialize, to laugh and to roam,
But still, there’s a part of her that seeks a new home.
Not in the house or the life she’s made,
But in the heart of a love that will never fade.

She enjoys the day, as it is, in its grace,
Yet strives for more, at her own steady pace.
A little bit more of joy, of connection, of time,
A piece of the world, a rhythm, a rhyme.

In every step, in every mile she goes,
She searches for more, in the highs and the lows. A girl who loves deeply, yet still feels the pull,
Of a love that is quiet, but endlessly full.

Happy and grateful, yet dreaming of more,
She walks through life with a heart that explores. A girl who’s content, yet ever on the quest,
To find a love that feels like home—at its best.