Where Words Became Home

It started light, a passing stream of talk,
No weight, no promise hidden in the tone.
Just scattered words along an evening walk,
Unaware what seeds those sounds had sown.

Yet sentence by sentence, softly and slow,
Your voice found chambers I did not defend.
What felt so small began to deeply grow,
A gentle pull I could not comprehend.

Now here I stand, my guard undone, laid bare,
I yield to warmth your presence seemed to bring.
I give the love, the care, the silent prayer
All that my guarded heart could ever sing.

What once was chance now rules my every part;
I came to speak… and lost my willing heart.