Does Such Love Exist?

 Is there a love unseen, unnamed, unknown,
or is it only born in dreams we keep?
In a world weighed down by things we own,
can something so pure still dare to breathe?

Movies paint it soft in glowing light,
novels let it live beyond all fear.
But does such love walk in our real nights,
or stay confined to stories we revere?

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.

Within You, Always

I live within you, where your silence breathes,
Not in your touch, but where your heart still knows.
Through passing time, through joys, through unseen griefs,
My presence stays, though quietly it goes.

Now and forever, bound beyond the skin,
Where souls reside and never say goodbye.
I am not near, yet never far within
For love like this does not know how to die.