The Language of Us
A Love Poem in the Everyday
Not starry skies nor whispered rhyme,
But tangled sheets at morning's chime,
The way your hair falls, sleep-tousled grace,
A smile upon your sleepy face.
Not candlelit and grand displays,
But lazy Sundays, in a daze,
Your hand in mine, a mug of tea,
Silence shared, a symphony.
Not grand pronouncements, fierce and bold,
But stories whispered, secrets told,
Vulnerability, raw and true,
A fortress built for just us two.
Not fleeting passion, burning bright,
But embers glowing, warm and tight,
A love that deepens with each year,
A comfort that dispels all fear.
For in the quiet, mundane days,
In whispered jokes and gentle ways,
A love so deep, it takes my breath,
You're home, my love, in life and death
About the Creator
Catherine Ngendo
I write for future reference. I write to calm my thoughts. I write because it gives me joy
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