In the quiet stillness of my rest,
your portrait finds me, frame by frame.
I see a future I wish to build,
a hope for us that Coherence dares to name.
The trails promise a rugged adventure,
but the scenery fades when you appear.
My eyes drift from the wild, distant view,
as Coherence finds you the only thing clear.
A playful display of gentle strength,
beneath a crown of natural grace.
I wonder if you would lower your guard,
and let Coherence look upon your face.