Douceur. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Douceur.

In your arms the night is still.
Everything is bathed in light.
Your smile wipes away all shadows.
Love sometimes doesn't need words.
When we lose ourselves with loving eyes.
In your tenderness all is beautiful.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026

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