For you

Your breath, a quiet touch,
grounds me before the day begins—
a rhythm I’ve learned to trust,
as steady as the pulse
that hums through the earth.

You are the pause in chaos,
the warmth of a home
that never drifts,
even when the winds rise.

In the small hours,
I hear you in the hush
between my heartbeats—
a presence that lingers,
like sunlight caught
in the grain of wood.

Love like this is not fire.
It is the glow of embers,
a quiet heat that shapes
the marrow of us,
etched into permanence
by time’s slow hand.

And when the storm comes—
when skies fracture and shadows descend—
I will return to you,
not as a refuge,
but as the stillness
that gathers the storm,
the place where all beginnings
find their end.

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Dedicated to my husband ❤️❤️❤️