In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A manuscript of life, with pages gray,
Torn and worn, stories left untold,
Chapters waiting, like autumn leaves to unfold.
I yearn to place it in gentle hands,
To let fingers trace the lines of joy and pain's commands,
A voice, calm and steady, reading me back to myself,
Weaving fragments of who I've become, a tapestry of wealth.
In her arms, a refuge from life's stormy sea,
A sanctuary where fears thaw, and grief's shadows flee,
The warmth of love illuminates the darkest night,
Bringing lightness to the weight that presses tight.
Her touch, a beacon in the turmoil of my silence deep,
Guides me through waves of longing, back to peaceful sleep,
A vessel adrift, battered by life's relentless tide,
Her light cuts through the fog, leading me to shore's safe side.
To cry in her arms, to let emotions spill and flow,
Waves of pain and hope crashing on the shores of her understanding glow,
Her hands, a soothing breeze through autumn leaves so bright,
Calming tangled thoughts, in the warmth of her loving light.
Her heartbeat, a steady pulse that grounds me in uncertain air,
A reminder that even in silence, she hears, understands, and cares,
A sanctuary of solace, where love shines like a guiding star,
In her presence, I find peace, and who I am, near and far.
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