I may not find the words you seek or speak in phrases clear
But do not think for a single breath that you are not held dear
For love is not just a spoken sound or a sentence neatly spun.
It is leaning in the shared space, the rhythm, our breath
The quiet bond that carries weight and conquers every test.
I speak in the way I hold your hand or the way I share my light
In the steady calm companionship that makes the world feel bright.
You listen with your ears alone, but try to hear with grace
The symphony of stillness and the peace upon my face
For in the silence between our souls, a deeper truth is known
That being seen and being loved is a language all its own!
I may not find the words you seek or speak in phrases clear
But do not think for a single breath that you are not held dear
For love is not just a spoken sound or a sentence neatly spun.
It is leaning in the shared space, the rhythm, our breath
The quiet bond that carries weight and conquers every test.
I speak in the way I hold your hand or the way I share my light
In the steady calm companionship that makes the world feel bright.
You listen with your ears alone, but try to hear with grace
The symphony of stillness and the peace upon my face
For in the silence between our souls, a deeper truth is known
That being seen and being loved is a language all its own!
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