In close-held hours where whispered glances meet,
And time grows still between a breath and sigh,
Our worlds align in silences discreet,
Where touch speaks truths no language can supply.
A hand in mine outshines the grandest vow,
A shared heartbeat becomes the night's refrain;
In nearness found, we understand somehow
That love resides in what we don't explain.
No crowd intrudes upon this gentle space,
No sound but trust moves softly through the air;
The soul draws closer in thy quiet grace,
And learns how deeply it is safe to care.
Thus intimacy blooms, serene and true—
In moments small, where hearts grow vast for two.
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