N-kaachenera

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I do not love you for a reason

Because reasons can shift with time–

not for your beauty that may fade,

nor your youth that would pass.

 

I love you in the sure way

one recognizes home–

not a startling discovery,

but always a quiet certainty.

 

 You ask what I see in you—

but love is not a checklist.

If I could name one thing,

I would fear to lose it.

 

So I love you

not only for what you are today,

but the way your heart rises to meet mine

without pretenses, without holding back.

 

There is a softness in you,

the world does not always reward–

but I see it.

 

The way you give, without keeping score,

the way you care, even when it costs you,

That is the kind of strength

I trust my life with.

N-kaachenera.

 

You are quiet, I am not.

Where I rush, you are steady.

And somewhere between your calm

and my fire, we meet.

And in that moment, I’m home.

 



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