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a poem from someone special to me |
| You came not like lightning-- but like sunrise. Slow, certain, touching everything in gold. You didn't rush the walls down-- you waited, one smile at a time, until I let you in. Now love is not fireworks-- it's steady flame, warm hands in winter, your name in a quiet room. And when the world feels loud, unraveled, too much-- You are the silence that soothes. You don't just hold my heart-- you listen to it. And somehow, it beats softer when you're near. |