I don’t just love you—
I tune to you,
like moonlight learning the language of tide,
like a room going quiet
so one soft note can rise.
Your laugh is the rhythm
my restless heart obeys.
Your name is a chord
my whole life wants to play.
When the world comes in loud,
you don’t fight it—
you bring it into balance,
turning sharp edges into music,
turning “almost” into home.

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