We sit together, silent as the dawn,
The world outside still tangled in its dreams.
Your hand rests lightly, warm against my own,
A gentle anchor in the drifting dark.
No need for words; the hush is eloquence,
A language softer than the breath of leaves.
The morning spills its gold across your face,
And in that light, I see the years to come—
A thousand quiet moments, small and true,
The laughter echoing between the walls,
The comfort found in ordinary days.
Love does not shout, nor does it seek applause;
It lingers in the spaces life allows,
A steady flame that brightens as we age.
So let us sit together, dawn to dusk,
And hold this peace, as fragile as a wing,
Content to know that you are here with me.