The Language of Us

 

A kiss can calm the restless mind,
A gentle hush when words can’t find.
It says, “I see you, I’m still here,”
A soft embrace that draws you near.

A hug can hold what words let slip,
A steady hand, a loving grip.
It wraps around the ache and fear,
And whispers, “Love is always near.”

A touch, so simple, yet so deep,
It can stir the soul from silent sleep.
It says, “You’re safe, you’re not alone,”
In every brush, love’s truth is shown.

A smile connects what time can’t steal,
A glance that says, “This love is real.”
It bridges gaps that days may bring,
A silent song our hearts still sing.

A sweet word, soft, can still ignite
The spark that dances in the night.
It says, “You’ve still got all of me,”
In every laugh, in every “we.”

And laughter—oh, how it reminds
That joy still lives in hearts entwined.
We’re still a team, still side by side,
Still finding light where love can hide.

Holding hands brings peace and grace,
A quiet strength, a sacred place.
It says, “No matter what we face,
I’m yours, I’m here, I’m not displaced.”

One seeks comfort in time well spent,
In quiet talks, where hearts are lent.
The other longs for a warm embrace,
A gentle touch, a soft, safe place.

Yet both reach out in their own way,
Bridging the gaps that words can’t say.
So many feelings left unspoken,
Yet love is loud in every token.

A glance, a gesture, a knowing nod,
A shared breath, a prayer to God.
In all the ways we give and bend,
We find each other once again.

For love is not just grand displays,
But in the small, consistent ways.
It’s in the trying, the reaching through—
The quiet proof: I still choose you.