My Anchor, My Home Poem by Reena Marie

You are the language my heart speaks
before words have formed,
the silence between heartbeats
where everything meaningful lives.

I did not choose to love you—
love chose me, selected my soul
like a lighthouse chooses darkness
to reveal its most brilliant light.

Every morning, I wake
and find you there—
not perfect, but perfectly mine.
Your hands map territories
my heart has always known,
your breath a rhythm
I've been waiting to synchronize with
my entire life.

They say love is a choice,
but you are more than a decision.
You are the breath before the sigh,
the pause between memory and hope,
the ground beneath my wandering.

I have loved you in a thousand ways:
in quiet mornings and loud arguments,
in gentle touches and thunderous silences,
in the space between what is said
and what remains unspoken.

You are not just the love of my life—
you are the life of my love.
Every heartbeat a poem written
just for you, every moment
a testament to this extraordinary ordinary
connection we call us.

Some loves are oceans,
some are quiet streams.
Ours is both—
deep enough to drown in,
gentle enough to drink.