True Tenderness, Unbound
In the quiet pause between breaths,
a hand reaches out—not to claim,
but to feel the pulse of another’s world.
It rests on skin like morning mist,
soft enough that the rose does not wilt,
yet firm enough to hold a trembling leaf.
There is no ledger in its gesture,
no ledger of debt or promise,
only the simple truth that a heart can open
without asking what it may find inside.
It watches the curve of a sigh,
the subtle tilt of a shoulder,
and answers not with questions,
but with the gentle gravity of presence.
True tenderness is a river that flows
through a field unplowed—no furrow to claim,
no expectation of harvest.
It drinks the rain as it falls,
and in return gives the soil a sigh,
a quiet reverence for life that simply is.
So let us be the quiet keeper of this
unassuming grace—
a candle that burns not to be seen,
but because the darkness welcomes its light.
In that unforced, unasked love,
the world finds its most honest breath.
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