Companionship Beyond Passion (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

No fevered spark alone sustains our days,
Nor fleeting thrill defines the bond we share;
Beyond desire's unsteady, shifting blaze,
We walk together, patient, strong, and rare.
In quiet hours, your presence soothes my mind,
A steady hand, a voice both calm and near;
No fleeting pleasure could such depth unbind,
Nor passion's flame outlast the passing year.
We know the comfort of a silent room,
The gentle weight of trust that asks no more;
In simple acts, our tender hearts find bloom,
And love grows rich in what the years restore.
Thus companionship, serene and true,
Endures where fleeting passion cannot do.