Imagine a love so gentle it feels like light,
Like Heaven resting softly on my sight.
Not rushed, not wild, not born of flame,
But whispered by God when He spoke your name.
Imagine a feeling so still, so real,
Like holy ground beneath my feet I feel.
Not hunger, not need, not loud desire—
Just peace that settles like morning fire.
Heaven leaned low when your soul drew near,
Not to claim me, not to pull me here,
But to show me love I couldn't see—
Pure as grace flowing quietly through me.
No touch needed, no whispered sin,
Just a knowing deep beneath my skin:
This is what love is meant to be—
A gift from God resting tenderly in me.
I don't fall apart.
I don't lose control.
I feel safe.
I feel whole.
Like Heaven brushed my heart one day,
And quietly taught it how to stay.
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