You do not have to reach, or try, to earn the way you fill my sky. You live in me so quietly, like roots that breathe beneath a tree.
No measure made of time or talk
defines the path on which we walk.
Even in silence, love holds true,
my stillness leans toward you.
I keep you not with grasp or chain,
but in the way I speak your name, only in thought, where no one hears, softened by hope and untouched by fears.
You are stitched into my simplest days, in quiet looks and in gentle ways.
The kind of love that needs no sound,
yet everywhere, it is all around.
No need for words to prove your place. You breathe in all I do. Like petals fold to hold the rain, my silence gathers you.
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