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