Across the miles where quiet heartbeats roam, Their love endures what distance dares to try, No fleeting spark, but something carved in stone, A tethered truth no absence can deny. He is the sunset orange in her soul, A quite flame that steadies every fear, A constant glow that makes the broken whole, A faithful light she feels though he’s not near. He paints her green, in ever-living tone, A vibrant calm beneath life’s shifting air, Both fierce and free, yet rooted, fully grown, A soothed peace beyond the weight of care. So though apart, their souls refuse to part, One sky, two colors, held within one heart.