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.
About the Creator
Diorino Galvano
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MBTI: INTJ
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Comments (1)
I'm an ISFJ! Heheheheheh loved this poem!