spice fossil
He loved you quietly.
When he slept, you could hear it.
When your cheek rested against his chest,
your ear pressed to his heart, his breathing was quiet, his heartbeat remained steady.
For the first time since the accident, he let himself relax.
He let himself love you.
In the mornings, you could feel it.
His presence spread warmth to a kitchen lit only by the morning sun’s rays.
His arms found themselves around your waist,
chin coming down to rest on your shoulder
as you tried to cook meals like your mother once did.
In the gardens, you could see it.
Your home was bursting in life, blooming in color during the warmer months.
Your favorite flowers sprouted near all the windows,
climbing the glass panels as if trying to reach you themselves.
He was always there, weeding daisy patches or watering sunflowers.
Light poured over his skin as he worked,
seeping into his pores and resting in his hair.
In the evenings, his love manifested in shared silences.
As twilight painted the sky with hues of amber and lavender,
you both sat on the porch, rocking gently in sync with the rhythm of the day's end.
The air was filled with unspoken words, yet the quietude spoke volumes.
His hand found yours, fingers intertwining effortlessly,
creating a connection that echoed the tranquility of the setting sun.
In moments of laughter, his love resonated as a melody.
Echoes of shared jokes and playful banter reverberated through the rooms,
creating a symphony of joy.
He knew the cadence of your laughter, the notes of your happiness,
and he orchestrated moments that composed a beautiful harmony only the two of you could understand.
His love, like a silent guardian, stood strong in the face of challenges.
Whether you faced turbulent times or quiet uncertainties,
he was the pillar supporting your endeavors,
his unwavering commitment a testament to the depth of his feelings.
Through every ebb and flow, his love remained a constant,
an anchor in the sea of life's uncertainties.
blissful reef