The Way You Stay

a poem from someone special to me

You came not like lightning--
but like sunrise.
Slow, certain,
touching everything in gold.

You didn't rush the walls down--
you waited,
one smile at a time,
until I let you in.

Now love is not fireworks--
it's steady flame,
warm hands in winter,
your name in a quiet room.

And when the world feels loud,
unraveled,
too much--
you are the silence that soothes.
You don't just hold my heart--
you listen to it.
And somehow,
it beats softer when you're near.