Your smile arrives like morning through the trees,
Soft as rain that loosens every ache in me.
In your gentle face, my restless thoughts grow still,
And worries fade the way they do at will.
You move with such a quiet, simple grace,
As if the world feels kinder in your space.
Your grounded heart makes respect bloom deep and true,
A steady light that shines through all you do.
In a darkened world, you are a candle near,
Proof that goodness can still linger here.
And if our roads should slowly learn to weave,
I’d hope for hands that hold, and hearts that believe.
For if we meet the years as one long song,
I’d love to call that gentle home our lifelong.