ISFJ's Love Poem

No grand pronouncements, no fanfare so bold,

My love's a whisper, a story untold.

It's found in mornings, the coffee you crave,

A steaming mug, a silent "I save"

A seat at the table, a moment to share,

The quiet routine, a love beyond compare.

It's tucked in the corners, the tasks I complete,

The dusting of shelves, a haven so neat.

Your favorite sweater, mended with care,

A threadbare reminder, a love we both wear.

It blooms in the evenings, a fire's soft glow,

A well-worn armchair, a place for us both to know

The comfort of silence, the peace of a hand,

A love that's a constant, in this ever-changing land.

For you see, my darling, in the mundane's embrace,

Love's truest expression, finds its rightful place.

A commitment unspoken, yet deeply ingrained,

A love that endures, a fire that's sustained.