I love you in the quiet moments,
when the world fades,
and only your breath remains,
steady and near.
I love you in the chaos,
when voices rise and time rushes,
and yet, you are my stillness,
my anchor in the storm.
I love you in the spaces between words,
in the glance that says everything,
in the touch that speaks
what language cannot.
I love you in the smallest ways,
the unnoticed gestures,
the warmth of your presence,
the gravity of your absence.
It is not a single flame,
but a thousand sparks,
lighting my days,
quietly, endlessly.
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