Pragmatic Love

Not every love story unfolds in a sonnet's rhyme,

Not every heart captured by a whispered, sweet chime.

There's a love that exists, a steady, pragmatic flame,

Built on reason and trust, whispering a different name.

It blossoms not in moonlight, nor beneath the starry sky,

But in shared mornings, quiet glances as the coffee brews by.

It's the hand on your shoulder, a silent reassurance felt,

A knowing smile exchanged, a story silently dealt.

This pragmatic love doesn't storm with a passionate fire,

But it burns with a steady warmth, a comfort that's never a liar.

It speaks not in grand gestures, but in actions that speak so loud,

A packed lunch left for you, a task silently shouldered and proud.

It's the respect for your goals, the space you each require,

The trust that allows you to breathe, to chase your heart's desire.

It's the quiet support, the unwavering belief,

A partner who champions you, a foundation for relief.

This pragmatic love doesn't envy another's grand display,

It finds joy in the mundane, in the ordinary, day by day.

It's the shared grocery list, the chore chart meticulously planned,

A team navigating life's waves, hand in weathered hand.

It's the laughter that fills the kitchen while prepping a simple meal,

The shared silence that speaks volumes, a comfort that's always real.

It's the unspoken agreement, the trust that binds you tight,

A knowing glance across the table, a silent understanding in the night.

This pragmatic love doesn't demand grand declarations,

But whispers unspoken devotion in quiet conversations.

It's not a whirlwind romance, a love that burns fast and bright,

But a slow-burning ember, a constant, unwavering light.

It's the shared history, the battles fought, the victories won,

A tapestry woven together, a journey that's just begun.

It's the knowing look that says, "We've come this far, hand in hand,"

A promise unspoken, a love that withstands life's shifting sand.

This pragmatic love may not have a poet's passionate prose,

But it carries a strength that silently and steadily grows.

It's the foundation on which dreams are built, brick by steady brick,

A love that endures, a love that won't ever flick.

So next time you hear of love, don't dismiss the ordinary scene,

For in the quiet moments, devotion can also be keen.

This pragmatic love, though subtle, holds a power all its own,

A steady flame that warms the heart, a love you can call home.