Within me dwells a quiet storm,
A fire that shifts from soft to warm.
Depths unseen, not all can find,
A world that mirrors heart and mind.
Not every hand can hold this flame,
For precious things aren’t touched by shame.
Within me dwells a quiet storm,
A fire that shifts from soft to warm.
Depths unseen, not all can find,
A world that mirrors heart and mind.
Not every hand can hold this flame,
For precious things aren’t touched by shame.