Strength and Courage

The mornings arrive like folding chairs,  

soft and unassuming beside the table.  

Your love, a steady hand on mine—  

makes the world seem lighter, pliable.  

Doors swing open where doors once stood,  

locked and stubborn, fused with silence.  

Strength walks in wearing your laughter,  

each syllable pressing me into being.  

To love you is to leap, to sway—  

a raft on surging seas, unafraid.  

Courage blooms from depths unknown,  

roots tangled in the vastness of giving.  

Together, we move as water does—  

parting, joining, an endless circling rhythm.  

Your heart steady like a lighthouse beam,  

illuminating every shadowed step ahead.