her purest love

Love, a whisper in the gentle breeze,

A tender touch that puts hearts at ease.

It blooms in silence, soft and true,

A light that shines through skies of blue.

Hers is the glance that words can’t say,

In moments stolen through the day.

A quiet warmth, a steady flame,

That lingers softly, free of name.

Hers is the ache of longing’s song,

A promise held when days feel long.

She’s found in joy, in laughter's sound,

In roots that deepen, hearts unbound.

She mends the cracks, she heals the scars,

Guiding lost souls like northern stars.

Through stormy seas or skies above,

She is my anchor, my purest love.

Hers is the voice that quiets the night,

A melody soft, a beacon of light.

Hers are the hands that cradle the storm,

Turning the chaos to something warm.

Hers is the laugh that dances through air,

Filling the silence, banishing despair.

Hers are the eyes, deep oceans of truth,

Reflecting the dreams I’ve known since youth.

Hers is the love that teaches me grace,

A steady presence, a sacred space.

Hers is my heart, now and always,