In fields of lavender and light,
Where hearts can breathe and burdens slight,
There sit the ones who truly see—
Who feel your joy, who grieve with thee.
They do not turn when shadows fall,
Nor envy when your blessings call.
They hold your hand through rise and rest,
Their love unspoken, yet expressed.
They smile when you are smiling too,
And cry when pain is piercing through.
No mask, no pride, no need to feign—
They share your sunshine and your rain.
So guard them close, these gentle few,
Whose hearts beat softly, strong and true.
For in this world so vast, apart—
They've earned a place within your heart.
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