When storms arise and shadows claim the day,
Your presence is the hearth that keeps me warm;
No gust of fear can steal my heart away,
No darkness dim the light of your calm form.
Your voice is soft, a balm to restless thought,
A gentle hand that steadies all my fears;
In every touch, a peace I never sought,
Yet find in you, through laughter, smiles, and tears.
Love is the roof that shields from bitter rain,
A quiet home where wandering hearts may rest;
It heals the ache, it soothes the lingering pain,
And fills the empty spaces in my chest.
So even when the world feels cold and wide,
I walk with you—my harbor, hope, and guide.
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