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It arrives—
without a name,
just a breath,
soft as silence.
It has no eyes,
yet I see it—
a light
that glows within me.
Love doesn’t say,
“I am yours.”
It simply stays
when I begin to break.
It carries no title,
yet it dwells inside my name.
A touch,
wordless,
whispering—
“I am here.”