The Everyday Magic

Not in grand gestures, love's embers ignite,

But in the flicker of a shared morning light.

The steam from your coffee, a wispy embrace,

Mingling with mine, a silent, sweet space.

The crinkle of cereal, a symphony's beat,

As we spoon our way to a breakfast retreat.

The crossword we tackle, a team in disguise,

Unraveling clues with laughter in our eyes.

The worn path we take, hand brushing in hand,

A familiar route to a love-understood land.

These are the threads, the whispers untold,

The magic of everyday moments, worth more than gold.

For in the mundane, our love finds its hold,

A tapestry woven, a story unfolds.