How is it you know,
like a gentle wind knows leaves,
how to touch my fragile heart
without breaking it?
Your reassuring voice,
a song written only for me,
because you know my truth.
Like a soft and gentle melody,
it lingers,
filling the empty spaces
with a calm I didn’t know I could hold.
In your eyes,
I see no judgment,
only the reflection of someone
still worth believing in,
like an unspoken promise,
until I find my way again.
Thank you,
For being my life boat
when I'm sinking.
For being my voice
when I can't speak.
For being the words
that always help me
find my way home.
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