In a world that once felt cold and wide,
You stood beside me, arms open wide.
Not asking where I came from or why,
Just seeing the truth behind my eye.
You didn't need blood to understand,
You reached for me with a steady hand.
In your voice, I found my peace,
In your presence, my storms would cease.
You gave me space to breathe and grow,
To speak the things I'd never show.
You saw the cracks, the quiet pain,
And loved me through the hidden strain.
So this is for you, not just in word—
But in every silence you gently heard.
You are the home I never knew,
The love that made the broken new.
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