“I have something for you,” he said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

Her breath caught, but when he opened the box, she found a golden charm—a delicate locket shaped like a rose.

“This isn’t what you think,” he said with a grin, noticing her wide eyes. “It’s a token—a promise, perhaps.”

“A promise of what?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“That one day, I’ll find the right words, like you do in your poetry,” he replied, his gaze soft as he clasped the necklace around her neck. “And when I do, I’ll tell you everything I feel, with no music, no words left unsaid.”