Don't mind the lyrics

She walked like autumn, a hush of gold,

Pages fell silent as silence took hold.

He sat with his pen like a broken thing,

She guided his words and made them sing.

Her voice felt strong, like rain on stone,

Each word she carved echoed a moan.

She bruised his pride with ethereal grace,

Correcting each line her eyes could trace.

He followed her notes, embracing her light,

Etched into dreams through day and night.

She read his soul, then shelved it back,

Like a book too tender, too prone to crack.

Grammar soon turned into a fleeting desire;

Her words felt like magic in a world of fire.

She helped him turn, his verses into art,

Then made her way deep into his heart.

She became a muse he could never write,

For love was silent, concealed in white.

She resides within each pause and rhyme,

A promise kept in secret, laced with time.